O, my lord, my lord, Forgive my fearful sails
O, my lord, my lord,
Forgive my fearful sails! I little thought
You would have followed.
Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by th' strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after. O'er my spirit
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st, and that
Thy beck might from the bidding of the gods
O, my pardon!
Now I must
To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness, who
With half the bulk o' th' world played as I pleased,
Making and marring fortunes. You did know
How much you were my conqueror, and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.
Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
All that is won and lost. Give me a kiss. They kiss.
Even this repays me.—
We sent our schoolmaster. Is he come back?—
Love, I am full of lead.—Some wine
Within there, and our viands! Fortune knows
We scorn her most when most she offers blows.