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TheBard said:
Third Servant
O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!
segundo Servant
O, this is it that makes your servants droop!
Lord
Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house,
As beaten hence sa pamamagitan ng your strange lunacy.
O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth,
Call tahanan thy ancient thoughts from banishment
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
Music
And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:
Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,
Their isingkaw studded all with ginto and pearl.
Dost thou pag-ibig hawking? thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning magkatuwaan or wilt thou hunt?
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them
And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
First Servant
Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
segundo Servant
Dost thou pag-ibig pictures? we will fetch thee straight
Adonis painted sa pamamagitan ng a running brook,
And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
Which seem to ilipat and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
Lord
We'll ipakita thee Io as she was a maid,
And how she was beguiled and surprised,
As lively painted as the deed was done.
Third Servant
Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds,
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
Lord
Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
Thou hast a lady far madami beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.
First Servant
And till the tears that she hath shed for thee
Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world;
And yet she is inferior to none.
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