Lau. Pray tell me, Sir, what is’t in me that can
Encourage this?
Fred. That which is in all lovely Women, Laura;
A thousand Blushes play about your Cheeks,
Which shows the briskness of the Blood that warms them.
—If I but tell you how I do adore you,
You strait decline your Eyes;
Which does declare you understand my meaning,
And every Smile or Frown betrays your thoughts,
And yet you cry, you do not give me cause.