To make it so. My mouth is coarsely cut—
I like a tempting mouth—a mouth that smiles—
A mouth that’s smiled upon. This teaches me
To make it so. I will not burn this book!
The Lady Hilda has entered during the last line.
Hil. And what would’st thou with beauty?
Mous.What would I?
Why, lady, look around; the isle is fair:
Its feathery palms that tower towards the sky,
Its prattling brooks that trickle to the sea,