Jealousy, that sharps the loverʼs sight

7.2607And makes him conceive and conster his intent,

7.3608Hath so bewitched my lovely Manvilleʼs senses

7.4609That he misdoubts his Em that loves his soul.

7.5610He doth suspect corrivals in his love,

7.6611Which how untrue it is, be judge, my God.

7.7612But now no more: here cometh Valingford;

7.8613Shift him off now, as thou hast done the other.

See how Fortune presents me with the hope I looked for. 615Fair Em—

Who is that?

I am Valingford, thy love and friend.

I cry you mercy, sir, I thought so by your speech.

What aileth thy eyes?

620O, blind, sir, blind, stricken blind by mishap on a sudden.

But is it possible you should be taken on such a sudden? 622Infortunate Valingford, to be thus crossed in thy love! 623Fair Em, I am not a little sorry to see this thy hard hap. 624Yet, nevertheless, I am acquainted with a learned physician 625that will do anything for thee at my request. 626To him will I resort, and enquire his judgment 627as concerning the recovery of so excellent a sense.

O lord, sir, and of all things I cannot abide physic; 629the very name thereof to me is odious.

630No? Not the thing will do thee so much good? 631Sweet Em, hither I came to parley of love, 632hoping to have found in thee thy wonted prosperity. 633And have the gods so unmercifully thwarted my expectation 634by dealing so sinisterly with thee, sweet Em?

635Good sir, no more: it fits not me

7.19636To have respect to such vain fantasies

7.20637As idle love presents my ears withall;

7.21638More reason I should ghostly give myself

7.22639To sacred prayers for this, my former sin,

7.23640For which this plague is justly fallen upon me,

7.24641Than to hearken to the vanities of love.

Yet, sweet Em,

7.26Accept this jewel at my hand, 643which I

7.27Bestow on thee in token of my love.

A jewel, sir? What pleasure can I have

7.29645In jewels, treasure, or any worldly thing

7.30646That want my sight that should discern thereof?

7.31647Ah, sir, I must leave you. 648The pain of mine eyes is so extreme 649I cannot long stay in a place. I take my leave.

650Zounds, what a cross is this to my conceit! 651But, Valingford, search the depth of this device. 652Why, may not this be feigned subtlety, 653by Mountneyʼs invention, to the intent 654that I, seeing such occasion, should leave off my suit 655and not any more persist to solicit her of love? 656Iʼll try the event: if I can by any means perceive 657the effect of this deceit to be procured by his means – 658friend Mountney, the one of us is like to repent our bargain.