PIERROT
Now, verily, sweet maid, of school I tire:
These answers are not such as I desire.
THE LADY
Why art thou sad?
PIERROT
I dare not tell.
THE LADY
[Caressingly.]
Come, say!
PIERROT
Is love all schooling, with no time to play?
THE LADY
Though all love's lessons be a holiday,
Yet I will humour thee: what wouldst thou play?
PIERROT
What are the games that small moon-maids enjoy.
Or is their time all spent in staid employ?
THE LADY
Sedate they are, yet games they much enjoy:
They skip with stars, the rainbow is their toy.
PIERROT
That is too hard!
THE LADY
For mortal's play.