Luce. You mock me, Jasper.
Song.
Jasp. Tell me, dearest, what is love?
Luce. 'Tis a lightning from above,
'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire,
'Tis a boy they call Desire.
'Tis a smile
Doth beguile
Jasp. The poor hearts of men that prove.
Tell me more, are women true?