Pen. Or such methinks love’s queen
Across her forehead tieth,
Whene’er along the green
Of river-banks she hieth,
To cheer with sweet embraces
Her sister graces.
Amph. Therefore most fit for thee,
Queenly Penelope.
Pen. Oh, ’tis most fine: I thank thee. Is’t thy meaning
That I should wear the veil?