♦ The spacious world cannot again afford:

♦ And will she yet debase her eyes on me,

♦ That cropp’d the golden prime of this sweet prince,

♦ And made her widow to a woful bed?

250 On me, whose all not equals Edward’s moiety?

♦ On me, that halt and am unshapen thus?

♦ My dukedom to a beggarly denier,

I do mistake my person all this while:

Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,

255 Myself to be a marvellous proper man.

♦ I’ll be at charges for a looking-glass,

♦ And entertain some score or two of tailors,

♦ To study fashions to adorn my body:

Since I am crept in favour with myself,

260 I will maintain it with some little cost.

♦ But first I’ll turn yon fellow in his grave;

And then return lamenting to my love.

♦ Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,

That I may see my shadow as I pass. [Exit.