KNIGHT [_kneeling, sings_]--"Oh, ma charmante. Dost thou love me, fair
one?" etc.
PRINCESS--Yea, Sir Knight; Cupid's arrow hath in truth pierced my heart.
KNIGHT--And wilt thou elope with me? Fear not.
PRINCESS--I fear lest thou should think I bear no love for my father, or
that I am too easily won. But yea, I will.
KNIGHT [_bends low and kisses her hand_]--I will come even on Wednesday
next. Will it be long, sweetheart?
PRINCESS [_waves hand and tosses a kiss_]--Yea, it will be long.