Eu. How gladly would I be thy Lady still, If earnest vowes might answere to my will.
Asca. And is thy fancie alterd with thy guise?
Eu. My kinde, but not my minde in any wise.
Asca. What though thy habit differ from thy kinde, Thou maiest retain thy wonted loving minde.
Eu. And so I doo.
Asca. Then why art thou so straunge, Or wherefore doth thy plighted fancie chaunge?
Eu. Ascanio, my heart doth honor thee.
Asca. And yet continuest stil so strange to me?
Eu. Not strange, so far as kind will give me leave.
Asca. Unkind that kind that kindnesse doth bereave: Thou saist thou lovest me?