[Footnote 2: Don Carlos, in the Revenge, suns himself in the charms of
his mistress:

While in the lustre of her charms I lay.
]

_King_. Prodigious bold request. [_Aside_.

_Queen_. --------[1] Be still, my soul. [_Aside_.

[Footnote 1: A tragical phrase much in use.]

_Thumb_. [1]My heart is at the threshold of your mouth,
And waits its answer there.--Oh! do not frown.
I've try'd to reason's tune to tune my soul,
But love did overwind and crack the string.
Though Jove in thunder had cry'd out, YOU SHAN'T,
I should have loved her still--for oh, strange fate,
Then when I loved her least I loved her most!

[Footnote 1: This speech hath been taken to pieces by several tragical
authors, who seem to have rifled it, and shared its beauties among
them.

My soul waits at the portal of thy breast,
To ravish from thy lips the welcome news.--_Anna Bullen_.

My soul stands list'ning at my ears.--_Cyrus the Great_.

Love to his tune my jarring heart would bring,