ABSTRACT
And for the time to comme, let be our busy care, So wisely to direct our love as no wight els be ware, Lest envious foes by force despoyle our new delight, And us throwe backe from happy state to more unhappy plight. Fayre Juliet began to aunswere what he sayde: But foorth in hast the olde nurce stept, and so her aunswere
stayde. Bgo Who takes not time (quoth she) when time well offred is, An other time shall seeke for time, and yet of time shall misse, And when occasion serves, who so doth let it slippe, Is woorthy sure (ifl might judge) oflashes with a whippe. Wherfore, if eche of you hath harmde the other so, And eche of you hath been the cause of others way led woe, Loe here a fielde, (she shewd a fieeldbed ready dight) Where you may, if you list, in armcs, revenge your selfe by fight. Wherto these lovers both gan easely assent, And to the place of mylde revenge with pleasant cheere they
went, goo Where they were left alone, the nurce is gone to rest. How can this be? they restles lye, ne yet they feele unrest. I graunt that I envie the blisse they lived in: Oh that I might have found the like, I wish it for no sin. But that I might as well with pen their joyes depaynt, As heretofore I have displayd their secret hidden playnt. Of shyvering care and dred, I have felt many a fit, But Fortune such delight as theyrs dyd never graunt me yet. By proofe no certain truth can I unhappy write, But what I gesse by likelihod, that dare I to endite. 910 The blyndfyld goddesse that with frowning face doth fraye, And from theyr seate the mighty kinges throwes downe with
hedlong sway, Begynneth now to turne, to these her smyling face, Nedes must they tast of great delight, so much in Fortunes grace. If Cupid, God of love, be God of pleasant sport, I thinck 0 Romeus Mars himselfe envies thy happy sort. Ne Venus justly might, (as I suppose) repent, If in thy stead (0 Juliet) this pleasant time she spent.
