Truth, and regard, and honor, guide my love.
ROSALYNDE
Fain would I trust, but yet I dare not try.
ROSADER
O pity me, sweet nymph, and do but prove.
ROSALYNDE
I would resist, but yet I know not why.
ROSADER
O Rosalynde, be kind, for times will change,
Thy looks ay nill be fair as now they be;
Thine age from beauty may thy looks estrange:
Ah, yield in time, sweet nymph, and pity me.