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I am too perfect in; and, but for shame.

In such a parley would I answer thee.

I understand thy kisses and thou mine,

And that's a feeling disputation:

But I will never be a truant, love,

Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue

Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,

Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,

With ravishing division, to her lute.

Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.

The lady speaks again in Welsh.

Mort. O! I am ignorance itself in this.

Glend. She bids you

Upon the wanton rushes lay you down

And rest your gentle head upon her lap,

And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,

And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,

Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,

Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep

As is the difference between day and night

The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team

Begins his golden progress in the east.

Mort. With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:

By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.

Glend. Do so;

And those musicians that shall play to you

Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,

And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.

Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying

down: come, quick, quick, that I may lay my

head in thy lap.

 205 disputation: conversation

208 highly penn'd: written in high style

210 division: modulation

214 wanton: soft, luxurious

224 book: indentures 