Ura. I should be well then, for you will not love me.
Leu. Indeed I will. This is the prettiest passion that e'er I felt yet: why dost thou look so earnestly upon me?
Ura. You have fair eyes Master.
Leu. Sure the boy dotes: why dost thou sigh my child?
Ura. To think that such a fine man should live, and no gay Lady love him.
Leu. Thou wilt love me?
Ura. Yes sure till I die, and when I am in heaven, I'll e'en wish for you.
Leu. And I'll come to thee boy. This is a Love I never yet heard tell of: come, thou art sleepy child; goe in, and I'll sit with thee: heaven what portends this?
Ura. You are sad, but I am not sleepy, would I could do ought to make you merry: shall I sing?
Leu. If thou wilt good Boy. Alas my boy, that thou shouldst comfort me, and art far worse than I!