“Nay, nay, nay ... I shall not tell thee this. Let me go. I shall not tell thee.”
“I shall not let thee go, Sulamith, till thou dost tell.... My desire is unto thee!”
“It is well, I shall tell thee.... But first promise not to come this night.... Also, come thou not the following night ... nor the night after that ... My king! I charge thee by the roes and the hinds of the field, that thou stir not up thy beloved till she please!”
“Yea, I pledge thee this.... Where is thy dwelling, Sulamith?”
“If on the way to the city thou dost pass over the Kidron, upon the bridge above Siloam, thou shalt see our dwelling nigh the spring. There are no other dwellings there.”
“And which is thy window there, Sulamith?”
“Why shouldst thou know this, beloved? O, gaze not thus upon me. Thy gaze casts a spell over me.... Do not kiss me.... Beloved! Kiss me again....”
“But which is thy window, my only one?”
“The window on the south side. Ah, I must not tell thee this.... A small, high window with a lattice.”
“And doth the lattice open from within?”