Why dost look so grave? Nay, now,
There's not a dame in Burgos would not give
Her jewels for such songs.
II:2:6 COUN.
Inspired by me!
II:2:7 ALAR.
And who so fit to fire a lover's breast?
He's clearly captive.
II:2:8 COUN.
O! thou knowest I love not
Such jests, Alarcos.
II:2:9 ALAR.
Jest! I do not jest.
I am right proud the partner of my state
Should count the chief of our Castillian knights
Among her train.
II:2:10 COUN.
I pray thee let me close
These blinds.
II:2:11 ALAR.
Poh, poh! what, baulk a serenade?
'Twould be an outrage to the courtesies
Of this great city. Faith! his voice is sweet.
II:2:12 COUN.
Would that he had not sung! It is a sport
In which I find no pastime.
II:2:13 ALAR.
Marry, come,
It gives me great delight. 'Tis well for thee,
On thy first entrance to our world, to find
So high a follower.
II:2:14 COUN.
Wherefore should I need
His following?
II:2:15 ALAR.
Nought's more excellent for woman,
Than to be fixed on as the cynosure
Of one whom all do gaze on.
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