By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts,
These cates resist me, she but thought upon.
By Juno, that is queen of marriage,
All viands that I eat do seem unsavoury.
Wishing him my meat. Sure,
he's a gallant gentleman.
He's but a country gentleman;
Has done no more than other knights have done;
Has broken a staff or
so; so let it pass.
To me he seems like diamond to glass.
Yon king's to me like to my father's picture,
Which tells me in that glory once he was;
Had princes sit,
like stars, about his throne,
And he the sun, for them to reverence;
None that beheld him, but, like lesser
Did vail their crowns to his supremacy:
Where now his son's like a glow-worm in the night,
which hath fire in darkness, none in light:
Whereby I see that Time's the king of men,
He's both their parent,
and he is their grave,
And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
What, are you merry, knights?
Who can be other in this royal presence?
Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,
As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,
We drink this health
We thank your grace.
Yet pause awhile:
Yon knight doth sit too melancholy,
As if the entertainment in our court
Had not a show
might countervail his worth.
Note it not you, Thaisa?
What is it
To me, my father?
O, attend, my daughter:
Princes in this should live like gods above,
Who freely give to every one that
To honour them:
And princes not doing so are like to gnats,
Which make a sound, but kill'd are
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