_Nymph._ Stand off, and let me take the air; Why should the smoke pursue the fair? _Boy._ My face is smoke, thence may be guessed What flames within have scorched my breast. _Nymph._ The flame of love I cannot view For the dark lantern of thy hue. _Boy._ And yet this lantern keeps Love's taper Surer than yours, that's of white paper. Whatever midnight hath been here, The moonshine of your light can clear. 10 _Nymph._ My moon of an eclipse is 'fraid, If thou shouldst interpose thy shade. _Boy._ Yet one thing, Sweetheart, I will ask; Take me for a new-fashioned mask. _Nymph._ Yes, but my bargain shall be this, I'll throw my mask off when I kiss. _Boy._ Our curled embraces shall delight To checker limbs with black and white. _Nymph._ Thy ink, my paper, make me guess Our nuptial bed will prove a press, 20 And in our sports, if any came, They'll read a wanton epigram. _Boy._ Why should my black thy love impair? Let the dark shop commend the ware; Or, if thy love from black forbears, I'll strive to wash it off with tears. _Nymph._ Spare fruitless tears, since thou must needs Still wear about thee mourning weeds. Tears can no more affection win Than wash thy Ethiopian skin. 30 [_A Fair Nymph, &c._ (_1647_.)] [Line: 2 An odd fancy included by Browne among the _Vulgar Errors_.] [Line: 5 'Thy flaming love' _1677_ &c.] [Line: 10 'face will clear' _1677_ &c.] [Line: 14 _1677_ 'Take me for a new-fashioned mask': _1647_, _1651_ 'Buy me for a new false mask', varied in _1653_ 'Buy for me'--apparently a misprint, as the boy does not seem to wish to disguise himself.] [Line: 15 Yes] Done _1677_.] [Line: 20 _1647_, _1651_, _1653_, 'make a press', ill repeated from above.] [Line: 24 'the ware' _1677_: _1647_, _1651_, _1653_, not so well, '_thy_ ware'.] [Line: 28 _1677_ changed 'thee' to 'thy'.] [Line: 30 Some inferior copies '_the_ Ethiopian'.] A Dialogue between two Zealots upon the &c. in the Oath.