Page 554 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
(Exit Curio.) Music plays.
Come hither, boy. If ever thou shalt love, [15]
In the sweet pangs of it remember me:

For such as I am, all true lovers are,
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is belov’d. How dost thou like this tune? [20]

VIOLA

It gives a very echo to the seat
Where love is thron’d.

DUKE
Thou dost speak masterly.
My life upon’t, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay’d upon some favour that it loves.

Hath it not, boy?

VIOLA
A little, by your favour. [25]

DUKE
What kind of woman is’t?

VIOLA
Of your complexion.

DUKE
She is not worth thee then. What years, i’ faith?

VIOLA
About your years, my lord.

DUKE
Too old, by heaven! Let still the woman take

An elder than herself; so wears she to him, [30]