The ills they've ever known or thought.
Should my advice deter from such mad freak,
I'd say my words held wit and wisdom too.
Roselo. Thanks, good Marin, but I must even have
Mine own free fancy unmolested go,
Despising that which men call easy gain,
I'd climb a much more cragged path.
Anselmo, if thou think'st my fancy crazed,
Bear with me in my folly.
Annul for once thy humour sage,
And help me in my mad one.
I know thou think'st this freak most rash,
And one which courts both bloodshed and dismay;
But come, let's don our masks and cloaks,
And enter where the shadows thickest fall,
That so, unheeded, we may feast our eyes,
And note the blithsome dancers in disguise.
Anselmo. Our masks and dresses will good passports be.
Come, then; I see the storied beauty of the dames
Hath fired thy quick-pulsed blood.
Roselo. Seeing not, I fain would see,
So senseless folly thrusts on me.
Anselmo. I believe this folly fits thy fancy well.
Marin. Now I do wager ye will both return
With discontent upon your faces writ.
Roselo. Wishes are whetted by the dangers hid;
I long for pleasures prudence doth forbid.
