Evaïd.Press, press, press, press.
Press to your bosom, press to your heart;
Kiss and cure the cruel smart.
Or, if you’ll not kisses give,
I will kiss you, so, and live.
They who kisses ne’er receive,
Kisses give, kisses give.
Melfort.I must slay you, kill you, slay you.
Plunge the dagger in your heart,
Or you’ll drown me in the darkness,