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52 My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.

O queen of queens! how far dost thou excel,

No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.'

How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper.—

Sweet leaves, shade folly! Who is he comes here?

What, Longaville! and reading! listen, ear.

Ber. Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear!

Long. Ay me! I am forsworn.

Ber. Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers.

King. In love, I hope: sweet fellowship in shame!

Ber. One drunkard loves another of the name.

Long. Am I the first that have been perjur'd so?

Ber. I could put thee in comfort: not by two that I know:

Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner-cap of society,

The shape of love's Tyburn, that hangs up simplicity.

Long. I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move.

O sweet Maria, empress of my love!

These numbers will I tear, and write in prose.

Ber. O! rimes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose:

Disfigure not his slop. Long. This same shall go.

'Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,

'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,

Persuade my heart to this false perjury?

 48 perjure: perjurer

papers: papers on the breast describing a perjurer's offenses

53 triumviry: triumvirate

corner-cap: biretta, three-cornered cap, of a Catholic priest

54 Tyburn: triangular gallows at Tyburn, London

58 guards: trimmings

59 slop: loose trousers

