And over-wash'd with rain, hang down their heads.

I must not look upon her.[Queen goes towards him⁠110

⁠Orb. Were but the lilies in this face as fresh
As are the roses; had I but innocence
Join'd to these blushes, I should then be bold;
For when they went a-begging, they were ne'er denied.
'Tis but a parting kiss, sir!⁠115

⁠Zir. I dare not grant it.
Pasithas, away with her![Exeunt

⁠Ther. She wak'd me with a sigh,
And yet she sleeps herself, sweet innocence!
Can it be sin to love this shape? and if
It be not, why am I persecuted thus?
She sighs again!⁠5
Sleep that drowns all cares, cannot, I see, charm love's.
Blest pillows, through whose fineness does appear
The violets, lilies, and the roses
You are stuff'd withal! to whose softness I owe
The sweet of this repose, permit me to⁠10
Leave with you this.[Kisses them; she wakes
See, if I have not wak'd her.
Sure I was born, Aglaura, to destroy
Thy quiet!

⁠Agl. Mine, my lord!⁠15
Call you this drowsiness a quiet, then?
Believe me, sir, 'twas an intruder I
Much struggled with; and have to thank a dream,
Not you, that it thus left me.

⁠Ther. A dream! What dream, my love?⁠20

⁠Agl. I dreamt, sir, it was day;
And the fear you should be found here——

⁠Zir. Awake! How is it with you, sir?

⁠Ther. Well,
Extremely well, so well that, had I now⁠25