I really don’t know. He’s pretty and pink,
Too little to do any harm, I think.
Queen.
Well, say he may enter, but not to stay.
(Bluebell goes to entrance again, and Cupid skips in.)
Well, well, little fellow! Who are you, pray?
Cupid (bowing low).
May I tell my tale in song?
It will not take me very long.