Jolly. Uncivil! by thy chaste self I cannot, chick: thou hast such a terror, such a guard in those eyes, I dare not approach thee, nor can I gaze upon so much fire. Prythee, sirrah, let me hide me from their power here.
Love. You presume upon the weakness of our sex. What shall I say or do, tyrant love?
Jolly. There's a charm in those pearls! pull them off: if they have a frost in them, let me wear them, and then we are both safe.
Love. I would you had taken them sooner! I had then been innocent, and might with whiteness have worn my love, which I shall ne'er outlive.
Jolly. Dear, do not too fast pour in my joys, lest I too soon reach my heaven.
Love. Begone, then, lest we prove (having gained that height) this sad truth in love, The first minute after noon is night.
Jolly. Part now? the gods forbid! take from me first this load of joys you have thrown upon me, for 'tis a burthen harder to bear than sadness. I was not born till now; this my first night, in which I reap true bliss.
Love. No, no, I would it had been your first night, then your falsehood had not given argument for these tears; and I hate myself to think I should be such a foolish fly thus again to approach your dangerous flame.
Jolly. Come, divert these thoughts. I'll go see your closet.