"My wish, o'erpassing every fitting bound, To know what husband of his wife should know, Is cause, by me no quiet will be found, Whether my death be speedy of be slow.
Thereat at first Melissa joys; but drowned Forthwith is her light mirth; for of my woe Esteeming her the cause, that dame so sore I hated, I would not behold her more.
