I—only I—am worthy to be loved;
(confidentially). If thou wilt love me I will dower thee
With wealth untold, long years and happy life,
Thou gallant churl—thou highly polished boor—
Thou pleasant knave—thou strange epitome
Of all that’s rugged, quaint and picturesque!
Lut. You don’t take long in coming to the point.
Zay. Forgive my clumsy and ill chosen words;
We gentle, simple fairies never loved
Until to-day.