_Luce._ No my best friend, I cannot either fear, Or entertain a weary thought, whilst you (The end of all my full desires) stand by me: Let them that lose their hopes, and live to languish Amongst the number of forsaken Lovers, Tell the long weary steps, and number time, Start at a shadow, and shrink up their bloud, Whilst I (possest with all content and quiet) Thus take my pretty love, and thus embrace him. _Jasp._ You have caught me _Luce_, so fast, that whilst I live I shall become your faithful prisoner: And wear these chains for ever. Come, sit down, And rest your body, too too delicate For these disturbances; so, will you sleep? Come, do not be more able than you are, I know you are not skilful in these Watches, For Women are no Soldiers; be not nice, But take it, sleep I say. _Luce._ I cannot sleep. Indeed I cannot friend. _Jasp._ Why then we'll sing, And try how that will work upon our sences. _Luce._ I'll sing, or say, or any thing but sleep. _Jasp._ Come little Mermaid, rob me of my heart With that inchanting voice. _Luce._ You mock me _Jasper_. SONG. Jasp. _Tell me (dearest) what is Love?_ Luce. _'Tis a lightning from above,_ _'Tis an Arrow, 'tis a Fire,_ _'Tis a Boy they call desire._ _'Tis a smile_ _Doth beguile_ Jasp. _The poor hearts [o]f men that prove,_ _Tell me more, are Women true?_ Luce. _Some Love change, and so do you._ Jasp. _Are they fair, and never kind?_ Luce. _Yes, when men turn with the wind._ Jasp. _Are they froward?_ Luce. _Ever toward_ _Those that love, to love anew._ _Jasp._ Dissemble it no more, I see the God Of heavy sleep, lay on his heavy Mace, Upon your eye-lids. _Luce._ I am very heavy.