Qua. Well, good, good.
Alb. Was’t even so? I’faith, why then, capricious mirth,
Skip light moriscoes in our frolic blood,[560]
Flagg’d veins, sweat,[561] plump with fresh-infusèd joys!
Laughter, pucker our cheeks, make shoulders shog
With chucking lightness! Love, once more thy lips!
For ever clasp our hands, our hearts, our crests! 343
Thus front, thus eyes, thus cheek, thus all shall meet!
Shall clip, shall hug, shall kiss, my dear, dear sweet!
Duke, wilt thou see me revel? Come, love, dance
Court, gallants, court; suck amorous dalliance!
Lam. Beauty, your heart!
Mel. First, sir, accept my hands:
She leaps too rash that falls in sudden bands.
Lam. Shall I despair? Never will I love more! 350
Mel. No sea so boundless vast but hath a shore.
Qua. Why, marry me;
Thou canst have but soft flesh, good blood, sound bones;
And that which fills up all your bracks,—good stones.
Lyz. Stones, trees, and beasts, in love still firmer prove
Than man; I’ll none; no hold-fasts in your loves.
Lav. Since not the mistress,—come on, faith, the maid!