Jasp. Come little Mermaid, rob me of my heart
With that inchanting voice.
Luce. You mock me Jasper.
SONG.
Jasp. Tell me (dearest) what is Love?
Luce. 'Tis a lightning from above,
'Tis an Arrow, 'tis a Fire,
'Tis a Boy they call desire.
'Tis a smile
Doth beguile
Jasp. The poor hearts [o]f men that prove,
Tell me more, are Women true?
Luce. Some Love change, and so do you.
Jasp. Are they fair, and never kind?
Luce. Yes, when men turn with the wind.
Jasp. Are they froward?