Let us from point to point this story know

King
Let us from point to point this story know,
To make the even truth in pleasure flow.
 To Diana. If thou be’st yet a fresh uncroppèd flower,
Choose thou thy husband, and I’ll pay thy dower.

All yet seems well, and if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet

For I can guess that by thy honest aid
Thou kept’st a wife herself, thyself a maid.
Of that and all the progress more and less,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express.
All yet seems well, and if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
 Flourish.