Helena.—My Romeo.
Mrs. Othello.—Your Romeo! Forsooth you have not spoken to him more than twice.
Romeo (Without, singing).—
“Oh, meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told in the moonlight alone,
In the grove——”
Helena.—
If music be the food of love, sing on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,