R.I would oblige you
But for the rules you speak of. Were’t not better
We should go in? ’tis midnight.
N.Oh, I could sit
And sigh beneath that window all the night.
Is there not wondrous softness in the thought,
That she one loves is sleeping?
R.I will leave you
To your love thoughts.
N.Nay, nay, no reason, sir.