Turn about, turn again, O Shulamite, that we may see thee.
A Dancer
What will you see in the Shulamite whom the King has compared to an army?
Solomon
(to the Shulamite.)
How beautiful are thy feet, prince’s daughter,... How fair and how pleasant art thou....
The Shulamite
(impatiently as before.)
I am my beloved’s and he is sighing for me.
(Exit Solomon. Enter the Shepherd.)
The Shulamite
(hastening to her lover.)
Come, my beloved, let us go forth to the fields, let us lodge in the villages. We will rise early and see if the vine flourishes and the grape is ripe and the pomegranates bud. There will I caress thee. The love-apples perfume the air and at our gates are all manner of rich fruit, new and old, which I have kept for thee, my beloved. Oh, that thou wert my brother, that, when I am with thee without, I might kiss thee and not be mocked at. I want to take and bring thee into my mother’s house. There thou shalt instruct me and I will give thee spiced wine and the juice of my pomegranates.