To sell myself I can be well contented, So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing; "A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one. What is ten hundred touches unto thee? Are they not quickly told, and quickly gone? Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,1 Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?" “ Fair queen,” quoth he, “if any love you owe me, The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, “Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light "Now let me say 'good night,' and so say you; was this cause which rendered Bucklersbury at simpling time such a crowded mart. 1 Here is one of the many traces of Shakspeare's legal studies - an allusion to the penalty for non-payment which formed the condition of a money-bond. 2 Strangeness, coyness or bashfulness "Good night," quoth she; and, ere he says " adieu,” The honey fee of parting tendered is; Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace; Incorporate then they seem; face grows to face. Till, breathless, he disjoined, and backward drew He with her plenty pressed, she faint with dearth, (Their lips together glued,) fall to the earth. Now quick Desire hath caught the yielding prey, Paying what ransom the insulter willeth; Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high, That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry. And having felt the sweetness of the spoil, With blindfold fury she begins to forage; Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage; Planting oblivion, beating reason back, Forgetting shame's pure blush, and honor's wrack. Ilot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing, dling, Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tired with chasing, What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering, But then woos best when most his choice is froward. When he did frown, O, had she then gave over, Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last. For pity now she can no more detain him; The "Sweet boy," she says, "this night I'll waste in sorrow, For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch. Tell me, love's master, shall we meet to-morrow? Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match? " 1 The soft wax upon which the seal attached to a legal instrument was impressed, required to be tempered before the impres sion was made upon it. So Falstaff says of Justice Shallow, "I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him." 2 Leave, license. 3 No reader of Shakspeare can forget the pathos with which he has employed this expression in another place: "And my poor fool is hanged." He tells her no; to-morrow he intends To hunt the boar with certain of his friends. "The boar!" quoth she; whereat a sudden pale, Now is she in the very lists of love, He will not manage her, although he mount her; To clip Elysium, and to lack her joy. Even as poor birds, deceived with painted grapes,' As those poor birds that helpless 2 berries saw: But all in vain; good queen, it will not be : 1 The allusion is to the picture of Zeuxis, mentioned by Pliny. We may observe that there was no English translation of Pliny so early as the date of this poem. 2 Helpless, that afford no help. "Thou hadst been gone," quoth she, "sweet boy, ere this, But that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar. O, be advised! thou know'st not what it is "On his bow-back he hath a battle set Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes; His eyes like glowworms shine when he doth fret: His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes Being moved, he strikes whate'er is in his way, And whom he strikes, his cruel tushes slay. "His brawny sides, with hairy bristles armed, The thorny brambles and embracing bushes, "Alas! he nought esteems that face of thine, But having thee at vantage, (wondrous dread!) "O, let him keep his loathsome cabin still! Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends: 1 Mortal, deadly. |