So, you begin, madam—you torment already.
Ul. Why, if I do torment, Christopher its only to please you the more—it is upon my honour.
Chris. Please by tormenting! how, madam?
Ul. Ay, ask the god of love, if it isn't—
Chris. Yes; but where am I to find him?
Ul. True—where is love to be found?
SONG—Ulrica.
I.
Where does the urchin love abide?
Whence does he point his dart?
Say, does he with the doves reside?
Or dwells he in the heart?
II.