1 She seems loth and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love.
2 Of these we told him, And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it.
3 To bear all smooth and even, This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause.
4 To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss.
5 The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her.
6 For lo, his sword, Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam, seem'd i th'air to stick.
7 O, for two special reasons, Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, But yet to me they are strong.
8 Give him heedful note; For I mine eyes will rivet to his face; And after we will both our judgments join In censure of his seeming.
9 These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
10 That done, he lets me go, And with his head over his shoulder turn'd He seem'd to find his way without his eyes, For out o doors he went without their help, And to the last bended their light on me.
11 You must not put another scandal on him, That he is open to incontinency; That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly That they may seem the taints of liberty; The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault.
12 See what a grace was seated on this brow, Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.