You would see at a glance, oh my fair oleander,—
Your lover is frolicsome—ergo, he’s young!
Anitra.
Yes, you are young. Have you any more rings?
Peer.
Am I not? There, grab! I can leap like a buck!
Were there vine-leaves around, I would garland my brow.
To be sure I am young! Hei, I’m going to dance!
[Dances and sings.
I am a blissful game-cock!