But I will fit it witb some better time.
By heaven, Hubert, I'm almost asham'd
To say what good respect I have of thee.
I am much bounden to your majesty.
Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,
But thou shalt have--and creep time ne'er so slow,
Yet it shall come for me to do thee good.
I had a thing to say.--but let it go :
The sun is in the heav'n, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton, and too full of gaudes,
To give me audience. If the midnight bell
Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
Sound one unto the drowsy race of night;
If this same were a church-yard where we stand,
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ;
Or if that surly spirit melancholy
Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy thick,
Which else runs trickling up and down the veins,
Making that idiot laughter keep men's eyes,
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
(A passion hateful to my purposes ;)
Or if thou couldest see me without eyes,