| | Send thou sweet looks, I'll meet them with sweet looks; | |
| | Write loving lines, I'll answer loving lines; | |
| | Give me a kiss, I'll countercheck thy kiss: | |
| | Be this our warring peace, or peaceful war. | |
| Hor. | But, gracious madam, then appoint the field, | |
| | Where trial of this war shall first be made. | 40 |
| Bal. | Ambitious villain, how his boldness grows! | |
| Bel. | Then be thy father's pleasant bow'r the field, | |
| | Where first we vow'd a mutual amity; | |
| | The court were dangerous, that place is safe. | |
| | Our hour shall be, when Vesper 'gins to rise, | |
| | That summons home distressful travellers: | |
| | There none shall hear us but the harmless birds; | |
| | Haply the gentle nightingale | |
| | Shall carol us asleep, ere we be ware, | |
| | And, singing with the prickle at her breast, | 50 |
| | Tell our delight and mirthful dalliance: | |
| | Till then each hour will seem a year and more. | |
| Hor. | But, honey sweet and honourable love, | |
| | Return we now into your father's sight: | |
| | Dang'rous suspicion waits on our delight. | |
| Lor. | Ay, danger mixed with jealous despite | |
| | Shall send thy soul into eternal night. | [Exeunt. |