wood: I, measuring his affections by my own, That most are busied when they're most alone, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.”

Balto nodded his head Kodi had been depressed for sometime, “Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun.”

Balto shook his head, “Should in the furthest east begin to draw   The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself.”

Balto continued sad but slightly annoyed, “Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humor prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove.”

Kirby paused thinking about the matter, “My noble uncle, do you know the cause?”

Balto again shook his head at Kirby, “I neither know it nor can learn of him.”

Kirby looked at him more carefully, “Have you importuned him by any means?”

Balto nodded his head at him, “Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself--I will not say how true--But to himself so secret and so close.”

He raised his head as if thinking aloud, So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.”

He looked at Kirby with a smile, “Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. We would as willingly give cure as know.” He moved his eyes to seeing Kodi walking down another street walking in a depressing way; his eyes to the ground, his tail seemed like it was being dragged.

Kirby smiled back with a wink, “See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.”

Balto smiled “I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.” He nuzzled Jenna as the walked off, she followed him.

Kirby smiled and turned around seeing Kodi walking slowly, he slightly laughed as he came up to him, “Good-morrow, cousin.”

Kodi raised his head slowly he closed his eyes and opened them, “Is the day so young?”

Kirby looked in the distance seeing the church’s clock, “But new struck nine.” 

Kodi lowered his head again, “Ay me! Sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?”

Kirby not wanting to tell him of riot that had happened stayed off the subject mostly, “It was. What sadness lengthens Kodi's hours?”

Kodi paused but answered, “Not having that, which, having, makes them short.”

Kirby slowly asked, “In love?”

Kodi sorrowfully answered him, “Out.”

Kirby made sense of it, “Of love?”

Kodi his head still down nodded, “Out of her favor, where I am in love.”

Kirby put his paw on his shoulder, “Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!”

Kodi raised his head finally with despair in face, “Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.”

He turned away from Kirby, “Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.”

He looked at the wall as if the world was going to end, as that how he spoke, “O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!”

He continued the sorrow in voice growing, “Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh?”

Kirby was rather surprised at Kodi, “No, coz, I rather weep.”

Kodi slowly turned to him again, “Good heart, at what?”

Kirby answered him trying to comfort him, “At thy good heart's oppression.”

Kodi whimpered a slight bit, “Why, such is love's transgression. Grief’s of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine.”

He sat down despair taking him even more, “this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears.”

He lowered his head again his sorrow was obvious, “What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.” He slowly stood up and started to walk away.

Kirby walked up to his side, “Soft! I will go along;
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.”

Kodi shook his head, Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Kodi, he's some other where.”

Kirby wanting to help asked, “Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?”

Kodi stopped, “What, shall I groan and tell thee?”

Kirby shook his head, “Groan! Why, no. But sadly tell me who.”

Kodi lowered his head lower then before, “Bid a sick male in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a female.”

Kirby urged him on, “I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.”

Kodi slightly raised his head, “A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.”

Kirby nodded his head to him, “A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.”

Kodi lowered his ears, “Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.”

He raised his, with his voice too with despair, “She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.”

He lowered his voice now with his head, “O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, that when she dies with beauty dies her store.”

Kirby looked down for a second, “Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?”

Kodi stopped walking, Kirby stopped as well, “She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity Cuts beauty off from all posterity.”

He moved his eyes away from Kirby, “She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.”

Kirby was slightly annoyed with him, “Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.”

Kodi turned to him, “O, teach me how I should forget to think.”

Kirby answered as if telling him common sense, “By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.”

Kodi sighed and turned away from him, “'Tis the way
To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows Being black put us in mind they hide the fair.”

He turned his away “He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair.”

He turned his head to look down again, “What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.”

Kirby twitched annoyed, “I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.”

Some hours passed, on another Street of Nome, Steele with his servant was talking of matters, with Niju. “But Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike.” Steele paused. “And 'tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.”

Niju nodded agreeing with him, “Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?”

Steele didn’t answer him immediately, “But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world; She hath not seen the change of fourteen months.”

Steele didn’t want to give her daughter so quickly she was an only child, “Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.” Steele in a sense begged.

Niju paused, “Younger than she are happy mothers made.”

Steele swallowed, “And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth.”

Paris waited for him to continue as he did, “But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.”

He cleared his voice, “This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.”

He added on “At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads.”

He went on before Niju could start, “even such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be.”

Niju tried to say something but he raised his paw so he could finish, “Which on more view, of many mine being one May stand in number, though in reckoning none, Come, go with me.”

He went to his servant, with paper “Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Nome; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.” Steele and Niju walked off leaving the servant.

The dog looked at the paper it wasn’t best writing he’d seen, he passed back and fourth, Find them out whose names are written here! It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yar and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time d.” he said aloud, he needed to learn how to read. He looked up seeing Kirby and Kodi