He’s here—and he shall tell thee how it was.
Leuc. In truth I hardly know! I’m new at it;
I’m but a soldier. Could I fight my way
Into a maiden’s heart, why well and good;
I’d get there, somehow. But to talk and sigh,
And whisper pretty things—I can’t do that!
I tried it, but I stammered, blushed, and failed.
Myrine laughed at me—but, bless her heart,
She knew my meaning, and she pulled me through!
Myr. I don’t know how, Pygmalion, but I did.