Now, monkey though I be, I am a man
In all but face and form—I’ve a man’s heart,
A man’s desire to love—and to be loved—(Hilda seems amused.)
Ay, you may laugh—but those who seek to laugh
May find, methinks, more fitting merriment
In such mad love as deals with sun-dials,
Trees, rocks, and fountains, and such baby game.
My love at least is human in its aim.
It’s well you should know this—be on your guard!
[Exit Mousta.