The verse is very beautiful.
FRIAR
Is’t not
Enough to make the Muse weep amber? Zipp!
’Tis honey’d moonbeams stored in lachrymals.
PRIORESS
[Reads.]
“Eglantine,
O to be
There with thee,
Over sea;
In olive-silvered Italy.”
But, gentle friar, why in Italy
When I’m in England?