But, my Anselmo, loth I am to say I must estrange that friendship--Misconsture not, tis from the Realm, not thee:
Though Lands part Bodies, Hearts keep company.
Thou knowst that I imparted often have Private relations with my royal Sire, Had as concerning beautious Amadine, Rich Aragon's bright Jewel, whose face (some say)That blooming Lilies never shone so gay, Excelling, not excelled: yet least Report Does mangle Verity, boasting of what is not, Wing'd with Desire, thither I'll straight repair, And be my Fortunes, as my Thoughts are, fair.
ANSELMO.
Will you forsake Valencia, leave the Court, Absent you from the eye of Sovereignty?
Do not, sweet Prince, adventure on that task, Since danger lurks each where: be won from it.
MUCEDORUS.
Desist dissuasion, My resolution brooks no battery;Therefore, if thou retain thy wonted form, Assist what I intend.
ANSELMO.
Your miss will breed a blemish in the Court, And throw a frosty dew upon that Beard, Whose front Valencia stoops to.
MUCEDORUS.
If thou my welfare tender, then no more;
Let Love's strong magic charm thy trivial phrase, Wasted as vainly as to gripe the Sun: