[Kiss.
I prythee, smile on me, if but awhile,
Then frown on me, I'll die: I prythee, smile.
Smile on me, and these two wanton boys,
These pretty lads that do attend on me,
Shall call thee Jove, shall wait upon thy cup,
And fill thee nectar: their enticing eyes
Shall serve as crystal, wherein thou may'st see
To dress thyself, if thou wilt smile on me.
Smile on me, and with coronets of pearl
And bells of gold, circling their pretty arms,
In a round ivory fount these two shall swim,
And dive to make thee sport:
Bestow one smile, one little, little smile,
And in a net of twisted silk and gold
In my all-naked arms thyself shall lie.
Ele. Why, what to do? Lust's arms do stretch so wide
That none can fill them. I lie there? away![53]
Queen-M. Where hast thou learn'd this language, that can say
No more but two rude words, away, away?
Am I grown ugly now?
Queen-M. Thou lov'dst me once.
Ele. That can thy bastards tell.
Queen-M. What is my sin? I will amend the same.
Ele. Hence, strumpet! use of sin makes thee past shame.
Queen-M. Strumpet!