Our wooing doth not end like an old play.
Jack hath not Jill. These ladies’ courtesy
Might well have made our sport a comedy.
Nay, my good lord, let me o’errule you now.
That sport best pleases that doth least know how,
Where zeal strives to content,
We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.
They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
Another of these students at that time
Was there with him, if I have heard a truth.
Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits.
Consider who the King your father sends,
To whom he sends,