MAID MARIAN
“Master Kay, are you my friend?”
“Hear me vow it, madam.”
“Alas! what vow?”
“That I am your friend.”
“Can you so perjure yourself? Are you not the King’s friend?”
“O, yes, indeed!”
“How can you be his friend and mine?”
“Why, as the bee’s the flower’s friend. I carry messages of love.”
“Does he ask mine of me?”