_Edward_. Still do I see in him delineate
His mother's visage; those his eyes are hers,
Who, looking wistly {262a} on me, made me blush;
For faults against themselves give evidence:
Lust is a fire; and men, like lanterns, show
Light lust within themselves even through themselves.
Away, loose silks of wavering vanity!
Shall the large limit of fair Brittany {262b}
By me be overthrown? and shall I not
Master this little mansion of myself?
Give me an armour of eternal steel;
I go to conquer kings. And shall I then
Subdue myself, and be my enemy's friend?
It must not be.--Come, boy, forward, advance!
Let's with our colours sweep the air of France.
Here Lodowick announces the approach of the Countess "with a smiling
cheer."
_Edward_. Why, there it goes! that very smile of hers
Hath ransomed captive France; and set the king,
The dauphin, and the peers, at liberty.--
Go, leave me, Ned, and revel with thy friends. [_Exit_ PRINCE.
Thy mother is but black; and thou, like her,
Dost put into my mind how foul she is.
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