Vav. A year to-day, and we two were betrothed—
One happy, happy year!
Flor. (aside).Betrothed, i’ faith!
They’re lovers, then!
Vav.I must devise some gift
To mark this happy day. What shall it be?
I’ll weave a bower of rose and eglantine
To place above thy head at eventide,
When the full moon’s abroad. No foolish moon
Shall cast false shadows on thy sleeping face,