My conduct may seem like that of a rash’un,
But on this plot I’ll give vent to my passion.
I met her at the ball. We danced together,
’Tis true we only talked about the weather;
But then our idle eyes spoke volumes nearly;
And now I know I idolize her dearly,
And come what will I never can forget
Earth’s brightest jewel, lovely Jewelet.
Enter Juliet on balcony.
Jul.—