And what good cause he had to perish so:
Here beauty is superlative, she knows it,
And knowing it, thinks no man can deserve,
But ought to perish, and to dye for her:
Many great Princes for her love have languish'd,
And given themselves a willing sacrifice,
Proud to have ended so: And now there is
A Prince so madded in his own passions,
That he forgets the Royaltie he was born to,
And deems it happiness to be her slave.

Gonzalo:

You talk as if you meant to winde me in,
And make me of the number.

Gaspero:

Sir, mistake me not, the service that I owe ye
Shall plead for me: I tell you what she is,
What she expects, and what she will effect,
252] Unless you be the miracle of men,
That come with a purpose to behold,
And goe away your self.

Gonzalo:

I thank you, I will do it: But pray resolve me,
How is she stor'd with wit?