My love for your love
As long as we live;
My smile for your smile,
Until life is o’er;
These give me, sweetheart,
I ask nothing more.”
With a heart elate with love and joy and triumph, he entered the house and sought Rosalind, but she was nowhere to be seen.
He sent up a servant to her room to ask for an interview, eager to have the painful task over that he might give himself up wholly to the happiness that sent his pulses bounding joyously along his veins.
The servant came back quickly to say that Miss Montague was in bed with a sick headache, and had desired not to be disturbed.
With that he began to feel a little remorseful, saying to himself: