Bac. Yes, Alavalta.

Leu. I cannot dance Madam.

Bac. Then lets be merry.

Leu. I am as my Fortunes bid me.
Do not you see me sowr?

Bac. Yes.
And why think you I smile?

Leu. I am so far from any joy my self,
I cannot fancie a cause of mirth.

Bac. I'll tell you, we are alone:

Leu. Alone?

Bac. Yes.

Leu. 'Tis true: what then?