But falls into abatement and low price Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy | That it alone is high fantastical. | 15 | Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord? Duke. What, Curio? Cur. The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have. O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, | Methought she purged the air of pestilence! | 20 | That instant was I turned into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er since pursue me. Enter Valentine. How now! what news from her? Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, | But from her handmaid do return this | 25 | answer: The element itself, till seven years' heat, Shall not behold her face at ample view; But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk, And water once a day her chamber round | With eye-offending brine: all this to reason | 30 | A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh And lasting in her sad remembrance. Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of love but to a brother, | How will she love when the rich golden shaft | 35 | Hath killed the flock of all affections else -46- |