Whose touch were half a kiss, if one but knows.
She shows by Leonato’s dove-like daughter
A falcon, by a prince to be possessed,
Gay-graced with bells that ever chiming are;
In azure of the bright Sicilian water,
A billow that has rapt into its breast
The swayed reflection of a dancing star!
EMELIE
O chaste goddesse of the wodes grene,
I am (thou wost) yet of thy compagnie,