Looking ill prevail?
Pr’ythee why so pale?
Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Pr’ythee why so mute?
Will, when speaking well, can’t win her,
Saying nothing do ‘t?
Pr’ythee why so mute?
Quit, quit for shame, this will not move,
This cannot take her;
If of herself she will not love,