The Lady.
Why art thou sad?

Pierrot.
I dare not tell.

The Lady [caressingly].
Come, say!

Pierrot.
Is love all schooling, with no time to play?

The Lady.
Though all love's lessons be a holiday,
Yet I will humor thee: what wouldst thou play?

Pierrot.
What are the games that small moon-maids enjoy,
Or is their time all spent in staid employ?

The Lady.
Sedate they are, yet games they much enjoy:
They skip with stars, the rainbow is their toy.

Pierrot.
That is too hard!

The Lady.
For mortal's play.

Pierrot.
What then?