Page 2435 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

BEROWNE

Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine.

DUMAINE

O that I had my wish!

LONGAVILLE

And I had mine! [90]

KING

And I mine too, good Lord!

BEROWNE

Amen, so I had mine! Is not that a good word?

DUMAINE

I would forget her, but a fever she
Reigns in my blood, and will remembered be.

BEROWNE

A fever in your blood? Why, then incision [95]
Would let her out in saucers. Sweet misprision!

DUMAINE

Once more I’ll read the ode that I have writ.

BEROWNE

Once more I’ll mark how love can vary wit.

DUMAINE

(reading)
On a day - alack the day! -
Love, whose month is ever May, [100]
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air.
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, can passage find;
That the lover, sick to death, [105]
Wished himself the heaven’s breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;