K. of Scots. And why?
Ida. Because the Court is counted Venus net,
Where gifts and vowes for stales are often set,
None, be she chaste as Vesta, but shall meete
A curious toong to charme her eares with sweet.
K. of Scots. Why Ida then I see you set at naught,
The force of loue. 240
Ida. In sooth this is my thoght most gratious king,
That they that little proue
Are mickle blest, from bitter sweets of loue:
And weele I wot, I heard a shepheard sing,
That like a Bee, Loue hath a little sting:
He lurkes in flowres, he pearcheth on the trees,
He on Kings pillowes, bends his prettie knees:
The Boy is blinde, but when he will not spie,
He hath a leaden foote, and wings to flie:
Beshrow me yet, for all these strange effects, 250
If I would like the Lad, that so infects.
K. of Scots. Rare wit, fair face, what hart could more desire?
But Doll is faire, and doth concerne thee neere.
Let Doll be faire, she is wonne, but I must woe,
And win faire Ida, theres some choyce in two.
But Ida thou art coy.
Ida. And why dread King?
K. of Scots. In that you will dispraise so sweet
A thing, as loue, had I my wish.
Ida. What then? 260
K. of Scots. Then would I place his arrow here,
His bewtie in that face.
Ida. And were Apollo moued and rulde by me,
His wisedome should be yours, and mine his tree.