My master, my dear lord he is; and I He must not be my brother. Count. Nor I your mother? Hel. You are my mother, madam: would you were (So that my lord, your son, were not my brother) But, I your daughter, he must be my brother? God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother, So strive 2 upon your pulse. What, pale again? My fear hath catch'd your fondness. Now I see The mystery of your loneliness, and find Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross, Against the proclamation of thy passion, See it so grossly shown in thy behaviors, 4 That in their kind they speak it; only sin That truth should be suspected. Speak, is 't so ? 'I wish it equally as. 2 Contend. If it be so, you have wound a goodly clew; If it be not, forswear 't: howe'er, I charge thee, To tell me truly. Hel. Good madam, pardon me. Your pardon, noble mistress! Count. Love you my son? Do not you love him, madam? Count. Go not about; my love hath in 't a bond. Whereof the world takes note: come, come, dis close The state of your affection; for your passions Hel. Then, I confess, Here on my knee, before high Heaven and you, My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: That he is loved of me: I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit; Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him; Religious in mine error, I adore The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, My dearest madam, Let not your hate encounter with my love, Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Hel. Madam, I had. Wherefore? tell true. For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me As notes, whose faculties inclusive were, To cure the desperate languishes, whereof 3 Receipts, in which greater virtues were enclosed than appeared to observation. |