MALE:
|
Ah, my princess! My dove! Come
hither, that I may kiss thy rapturous lips! |
FEMALE: |
My lord! Do keep thy voice low, ere
someone overhear thee and spread rumours. |
MALE:
|
Keep quiet, sayest thou? I am
enamoured of thee, my love! How may I keep
still the motions of my heart? |
FEMALE: |
Oh, still not thy heart, my swain,
but still thy tongue until we are in close. |
MALE:
|
Fie! I care not what man or woman
may hear! Beloved, I do beseech thee to
shine as my betrothed! |
FEMALE: |
My lord, I am o'ercome! Speak not of
marriage! |
MALE:
|
What, dost thou love me not? |
FEMALE: |
Nay, I do love thee, but thou must
not speak of such privy matters but of
doors. |
MALE:
|
Mouse, let me but speak of thine
eyes, then. Like liquid sapphire are thy
shining eyes, which, by their magic, seek to
drown my heart. The welkin in her bravest
midnight glory hath not such deepness as
thine amourous eyes. |
FEMALE: |
Oh, my dearest, thou speakest
terribly! But 'tis not meet that thou
shouldst so loudly profess thy love. |
MALE:
|
Ah, be not a blushet, my dove! Let
all the world know how far I am in love! I
daresay that the earth shall quake with her
own resounding sighs to hear me tell it! |
FEMALE: |
Thou art overzealous, my love, and
overhot, to be in public. Prithee, let's
away and thou mayest ease my chill with thy
rising warmth! |
MALE:
|
Oh ho, my pretty little wench! I am
for it! Wherefore do we tarry? |
