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Scena. 1.

Promos, alone.
Pro.
Do what I can, no reason cooles desire,
The more I striue, my fonde affectes to tame:
The hotter (oh) I feele, a burning fire
Within my breast, vaine thoughts to forge and frame.
O straying effectes, of blinde affected Loue,
From wisdomes pathes, which doth astraye our wittes:
Which makes vs haunt, that which our harmes doth moue,
A sicknesse lyke, the Feuer Etticke fittes:
Which shakes with colde, when we do burne like fire.
Euen so in Loue, we freese, through chilling feare,
When as our hartes, doth frye with hote desire:
What saide I? lyke to Etticke fittes, nothing neare:
In sowrest Loue, some sweete is euer suckt.
The Louer findeth peace, in wrangling strife,
So that if paine, were from his pleasure pluckt.
There were no Heauen, like to the Louers life.
But why stande I to pleade, their ioye or woe?
And rest vnsure, of hir I wish to haue,
I knowe not if Cassandra loue, or no?
But yet admytte, she graunt not what I craue,
If I be nyce, to hir brother lyfe to giue:

Might masters right.

Hir brothers life, too much wyll make hir yeelde,
A promise then, to let hir brother lyue:
Hath force inough, to make hir flie the fielde.
Thus though sute fayle, necessitie shall wyn,
Of Lordlie rule, the conquering power is such:
But (oh sweete sight) see where she enters in,
Both hope and dreade, at once my harte doth tuch.