‘I am not in love with her. From the child we find chief beauty in those we love.’
‘How cold you are.’
‘Discreet.’
‘How spoke she?’
‘With her lips and tongue—in the English language.’
‘There you are wrong. It is love’s own music.’
‘It did not warble for me, i’faith.’
‘Alack, you mean?’
‘Alack, of course.’
‘Well, I will question you no more.’