Dagonet. (Kneels in mock humility) Sweet Vivien, I am thy knight.
Vivien. Is it all thou canst say?
Dagonet. What would’st thou have more?
Vivien. Oh lover’s talk.
Dagonet. Thou meanest as lovers speak?
Vivien. Yea.
Dagonet. After wedding or afore, sweet Vivien?
Vivien. Afore, of course, stupid fool.
Dagonet. (Folds his hands and recites solemnly.)
Butter frups and mumble rings,
Whirligigs and winter-greens,
Turnip-tops and other things, I love thee!
Spindle-spouts and turtles’ eggs,
Mutton-chops and milk-stools’ legs,
Heigh ho! I love thee!