Let him not quench his thirsting without measure: And if his weapons in their cruell manner, Let him abiure his standard and his banner: (15) For I not free from him, and not exempted, Ioyfull I am, and proud, and well contented.
Syrenus. Loue’s so expert in giuing many a trouble, That now I know not why he should be praised: He is so false, so changing, and so double, (20) That with great reason he must be dispraised. Loue in the end is such a iarring passion, That none should trust vnto his peeuish fashion, For of all mischiefe he’s the onely Master: And to my good a torment and disaster.
Syluanus. (25) Loue’s so expert in giuing ioy, not trouble, That now I know not but he should be praised: He is so true, so constant, neuer double, That in my minde he should not be dispraised. Loue in the end is such a pleasing passion, (30) That euery one may trust vnto his fashion. For of all good he is the onely Maister: And foe vnto my harmes, and my disaster.
Syrenus. Not in these sayings to be proou’d a lyer, He knowes that doth not loue, nor is beloued: (35) Now nights and dayes I rest, as I desire, After I had such griefe from me remoued. And cannot I be glad, since thus estranged, My selfe from false DianaI haue changed? Hence, hence, false Loue, I will not entertaine thee: (40) Since to thy torments thou do’st seeke to traine me.