Vainly in all mortal faces!
In and out among the lilies,
Court each rural Amaryllis:
Seek the signet of Love's hand
In each courtly Corisande!

PIERROT
Now, verily, sweet maid, of school I tire:
These answers are not such as I desire.

THE LADY
Why art thou sad?

PIERROT
I dare not tell.

THE LADY[_Caressingly._]
Come, say!

PIERROT
Is love all schooling, with no time to play?

THE LADY
Though all love's lessons be a holiday,
Yet I will humour thee: what wouldst thou play?

PIERROT
What are the games that small moon-maids enjoy.
Or is their time all spent in staid employ?