"And who will be my lady-love?"
"Fancy my sex changed also—make love to me, my charming Madam Philippa."
"Forsooth! But I could win your heart easily."
"How, pray," says Jacques, sighing, "granting first that 'tis in my possession?"
"By two simple things."
"To wit?"
"I would talk to you of flowers and shepherdesses, and crooks and garlands——"
"Oh!"
"And I would adopt, if I had not naturally, that frank, languid, graceful, fatal air which—which—shall I finish?"
"Yes, indeed."