For women are no soldiers; be not nice,
But take it, sleep, I say.
Luce. I cannot sleep,
Indeed I cannot, friend.
Jasp. Why then we'll sing,
And try how that will work upon our senses.
Luce. I'll sing, or say, or anything but sleep.
Jasp. Come, little mermaid, rob me of my heart
With that enchanting voice.