464464Mountney. For this good fortune, Venus be thou ble
st,
465465To meet my loue, the mi
stres of my heart,
466466Where time and place giues opportunitie
467467At full to let her vnder
stand my loue.
468468He turnes to Em &offers to take her by the hand, &she goes from him. 469469Faire mi
stres,
since my fortune
sorts
so well:
470470Heare you a word. What meaneth this?
472472Em. I am going homewards, Sir:
473473Mountney. Yet
stay (
sweet loue) to whom I mu
st di
sclo
se
474474The hidden
secrets of a louers thoughts,
475475Not doubting but to
finde
such kinde remor
se
476476As naturally you are enclined to.
477477Em. The Gentleman your friend Sir,
478478I haue not
seene him this foure dayes at the lea
st.
479479Mountney. whats that to mee? I
speake not (
sweet) in per
son of
(my friend, 480480But for my
selfe, whom if that loue de
serue
481481To haue regard being honourable loue:
482482Not ba
se a
ffe
cts of loo
se la
sciuious loue,
483483Whom youthfull Wantons play and dally With:
484484But that Vnites in honourable bands of holy rytes,
485485And knits the
sacred Knot that Gods.
Here Em cuts him off. 486486Em. What meane you
sir to keepe me here
so long?
487487I cannot vnder
stand you by your
signes,
488488You keepe a pratling with your lips,
489489But neuer a word you
speake that I can heare.
490490Mountney. What is
she deafe? a great impediment.
491491Yet remedies there are for
such defe
cts.
492492Sweete
Em, it is no little griefe to mee,
493493To
see where nature in her pride of Art
494494Hath wrought perfe
ctions rich and admirable.
495495Em. Speake you to mee Sir?
496496Mountney. To thee my onely ioy.
498498Mountney. Oh plague of fortune: Oh hell without compare.
499499What boots it vs to gaze and not enioy?
Em.