He enters again hastily
I was a fool to think death only kept
The doors of ill-paid love, when or disdain
Or spite could let me out as well!
Dor. Right;
Were I as you, it should no more trouble me30
To free myself of love than to spit out
That which made me sick.
Bren. I'll tell her so, that she may laugh at me,
As at a prisoner threat'ning his guard
He will break loose, and so is made the faster.35
She hath charms.[Studies
Doran can fetch in a rebellious heart.
E'en while it is conspiring liberty.
O, she hath all
The virtues of her sex, and not the vices;40
Chaste and unsullied as first op'ning lilies
Or untouch'd buds.
Dor. Chaste? why, do you honour me,
Because I throw myself not off a precipice?
'Tis her ruin to be otherwise.
Though we blame those that kill themselves, my lord,45
We praise not him that keeps himself alive,
And deserves nothing.
Bren. And 'tis the least.
She does triumph, when she does but appear:
I have as many rivals as beholders.
Dor. All that increases but our jealousies;50
If you have now such qualms for that you have not,
What will you have for that you shall possess?
Bren. Dull heretic!
Know I have these, because I have not her.
When I have her, I shall have these no more.55
Her fancy now, her virtue then, will govern;
And, as I use to watch with doubtful eye
The wavering needle in the best sundial,
Till it has settled, then the trouble's o'er,
Because I know, when it is fix'd, it's true:60
So here my doubts are all afore me. Sure,
Doran, crown'd conquerors are but the types
Of lovers, which enjoy, and really
Possess what th' other have in dreams! I'll send
A challenge to him.65
