BEL. What dangers and what pleasures dost thou mean?
HOR. Dangers of war and pleasures of our love.
LOR. Dangers of death, but pleasures none at all!
BEL. Let dangers go; thy war shall be with me,
But such a war as breaks no bond of peace.
Speak thou fair words, I'll cross them with fair words;
Send thou sweet looks, I'll meet them with sweet looks;
Write loving lines, I'll answer loving lines;
Give me a kiss, I'll countercheck thy kiss:
Be this our warring peace, or peaceful war.
HOR. But, gracious madame, then appoint the field
Where trial of this war shall first be made.
BAL. Ambitious villain, how his boldness grows!
BEL. Then be thy father's pleasant bow'r the field,—
Where first we vow'd a mutual amity.
The court were dangerous; that place is safe.
Our hour shall be when Vesper 'gins to rise,
That summons home distressful travelers.
There none shall hear us but the harmless birds:
Haply the gentle nightingale
Shall carroll us asleep ere we be ware,
And, singing with the prickle at her breast,
Tell our delight and mirthful dalliance.
Till then, each hour will seem a year and more.
HOR. But, honey-sweet and honourable love,
Return we now into your father's sight;
Dang'rous suspicion waits on our delight.
LOR. Aye, danger mix'd with jealous despite
Shall send thy soul into eternal night!
Exeunt.