Which he must fear, because he knows he hates him.70
For these great statesmen, that, when time has made bold
With the king and subject, throwing down all fence
That stood betwixt their power and others' right,
Are on a change;
Like wanton salmons coming in with floods,75
That leap o'er wires and nets, and make their way,
To be at the return to every one a prey.
Re-enter Ziriff
Zir. Look here, vain thing, and see thy sins full blown!
There's scarce a part in all this face thou hast
Not been forsworn by, and Heav'n forgive thee for't!80
For thee I lost a father, country, friends,
Myself almost; for I lay buried long:
And, when there was no use thy love could pay
Too great, thou mad'st the principal away.
As wantons, ent'ring a garden, take the first85
Fair flower they meet, and treasure 't in their laps;
Then, seeing more, do make fresh choice again,
Throwing in one and one, till at the length
The first poor flower, overcharged with too much weight,
Withers and dies:90
So hast thou dealt with me; and, having kill'd
Me first, I will kill
Orb. Hold, hold!
Not for my sake, but Orbella's, sir! a bare
And single death is such a wrong to justice,
I must needs except against it.95
Find out a way to make me long a-dying;
For death's no punishment: it is the sense,
The pains and fears afore, that makes a death.
To think what I had had, had I had you;
What I have lost in losing of myself;100
Are deaths far worse than any you can give.
Yet kill me quickly; for, if I have time,
I shall so wash this soul of mine with tears,
Make it so fine, that you would be afresh
In love with it; and so perchance I should105
Again come to deceive you.
Zir. So rises day, blushing at night's deformity;
And so the pretty flowers, blubber'd with dew,
