Des. All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds![6557]
If I do die before thee, prithee, shroud me[6558]
In one of those same sheets.[6559]
Emil. Come, come, you talk.
Des. My mother had a maid call'd Barbara:[6560] 25
She was in love; and he she loved proved mad[6561][6562]
And did forsake her: she had a song of 'willow;'[6561][6563][6564]
An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
And she died singing it: that song to-night
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do[6565][6566][6567] 30
But to go hang my head all at one side[6566][6568][6569]
And sing it like poor Barbara. Prithee, dispatch.[6566][6568][6570]
Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?[6566][6571]
Des. No, unpin me here.[6566]
This Lodovico is a proper man.[6566]
Emil. A very handsome man.[6566] 35
Des. He speaks well.[6566][6572]
Emil. I know a lady in Venice would have walked[6566]
barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.[6566][6573]
Des. [Singing] The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,[6566][6574]
Sing all a green willow;[6566] 40
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,[6566]
Sing willow, willow, willow:[6566]
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;[6566]
Sing willow, willow, willow;[6566][6575]
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;—[6566][6576] 45
Lay by these:—[6566][6577][6578]
[Singing] Sing willow, willow, willow;[6566][6577]
Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon:—[6566][6577]
[Singing] Sing all a green willow must be my garland.[6566]
Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,—[6566] 50
Nay, that's not next. Hark! who is't that knocks?[6566][6579]
Emil. It's the wind.[6580]