I am not a day of season,
For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
In me at once: but to the brightest
Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth;
The time is fair again.
My high-repented blames,
Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
All is whole;
Not one word more of the consumed time.
Let's take the instant by the forward top;
are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect
them. You remember
The daughter of this lord?
Admiringly, my liege, at first
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of my
Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
warp'd the line of every other favour;
Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;
Extended or contracted
To a most hideous object: thence it came
That she whom all men praised and whom myself,
I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye
The dust that did offend it.
That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away
From the great compt: but love that
comes too late,
Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
To the great sender turns a sour offence,
'That's good that's gone.' Our rash faults
Make trivial price of serious things we have,
Not knowing them
until we know their grave:
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
Destroy our friends and after weep
Our own love waking cries to see what's done,
While shame full late sleeps out the afternoon.
this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her.
Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin:
consents are had; and here we'll stay
To see our widower's second marriage-day.
Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless!
Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cesse!
Come on, my son, in whom my house's name
Must be digested, give a favour from you
To sparkle in the
spirits of my daughter,
That she may quickly come.
BERTRAM gives a ring
By my old beard,
And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead,
Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this,
last that e'er I took her at court,
I saw upon her finger.
Hers it was not.
Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye,
While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.
This ring was mine; and,
when I gave it Helen,
I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood
Necessitied to help, that by this token
relieve her. Had you that craft, to reave
Of what should stead her most?
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