Enter Corin and Silvius.
Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in solemn talk.
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.
020 Sil. O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!
Cor. I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
[024] As ever sigh’d upon a midnight pillow:
025 But if thy love were ever like to mine,—
As sure I think did never man love so,—