Enter DON JOHN
What the goodyear, my lord, why are you thus out of
There is no measure in the occasion that breeds. Therefore
the sadness is without limit.
5You should hear reason.
And when I have heard it, what blessing brings it?
If not a present remedy, at least a patient sufferance.
I wonder that thou, being, as thou sayst thou art, born
under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine to a
10mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what I am. I must be sad
when I have cause and smile at no man’s jests, eat when
have stomach and wait for no man’s leisure, sleep when
drowsy and tend on no man’s business, laugh when I am
merry and claw no man in his humor.
15Yea, but you must not make the full show of this till you
may do it without controlment. You have of late stood out
against your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into
grace, where it is impossible you should take true root but
by the fair weather that you make yourself. It is needful that
20you frame the season for your own harvest.