Mir. Troth, y'are very well acquainted, consid'ring
You never saw me before!
Phil. Saw thee! I have
Heard thee talk this hour, like an angel of light.
Mir. Well, d'ye love me for what you heard me say?
Phil. Yes, faith, do I; why, you are just of my
Humour; when I heard thee say how many
Men you had fool'd, I was very glad to hear
You come one short of me, for I have fool'd
Six women, and you but five men.
Mir. Why,
If you love me, you will be the sixth fool,
To make up my half dozen too.
Phil. No, I
Won't, and yet I love thee too.
Mir. Why, how will
You help it?
Phil. Thus: you and I
Will love one another.
Mir. What, whether I will or no?
Phil. Nay, hear me, we two will love how we please,
When we please, and as long as
We please: do not
These propositions tickle your heart a little?