Venus, Cupid and the Time

John Williams: A thousand times the worse, to want your light!

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;

But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.

Enter Sue again, [above].

Sue Smith: Hist! John, hist! O for a falconer's voice

To lure this tassel gentle back again!

Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud;

Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

And make her airy tongue more hoarse than my

with repetition of my John's name. John!

John Williams: It is my soul that calls upon my name.

How silver sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,

Like softest music to attending ears!

Sue Smith: John! John. My dear?

Sue Smith: At what time tomorrow shall I send to you?

John Williams: By the hour of nine.

Sue Smith: I will not fail. It’s twenty years till then.

I have forgot why I did call you back.

John Williams: Let me stand here till you remember it.

Sue Smith: I shall forget, to have you still stand there,

Remembering how I love your company.

John Williams: And I'll still stay, to have you still forget,

Forgetting any other home but this.