"Hunts. Sweet innocence, I'm sure thou would'st not.
"Reg. Art thou not he to whom I told my name, and didst thou not say thine was—
"Hunts. Oh blessed be the name that then thou told'st—it has been ever since my charm, and kept me from distraction. But, may I ask how such sweet excellence as thine could be hid in such a place?
"Reg. Alas, I know not—for such as thou I never saw before, nor any like myself.
"Hunts. Nor like thee ever shall—but would'st thou leave this place, and live with such as I am?
"Reg. Why may not you live here with such as I?
"Hunts. Yes—but I would carry thee where all above an azure canopy extends, at night bedropt with gems, and one more glorious lamp, that yields such bashful light as love enjoys—while underneath, a carpet shall be spread of flowers to court the pressure of thy step, with such sweet whispered invitations from the leaves of shady groves or murmuring of silver streams, that thou shalt think thou art in Paradise.
"Reg. Indeed!
"Hunts. Ay, and I'll watch and wait on thee all day, and cull the choicest flowers, which while thou bind'st in the mysterious knot of love, I'll tune for thee no vulgar lays, or tell thee tales shall make thee weep yet please thee—while thus I press thy hand, and warm it thus with kisses.
"Reg. I doubt thee not—but then my Governor has told me many a tale of faithless men who court a lady but to steal her peace and fame, and then to leave her.