Like some young Jewish maid with Absalom’s.
Nay, hold, Firmilian! do not pluck that rose!
Firmilian.
Why not? it is a fair one.
Mariana.
Are fair things
Made only to be plucked? O fie on thee!
I did not think my lord a libertine!
Firmilian.
Yet, sweetest, with your leave I’ll take the rose,