why so sad and wan, fond lover?
prithee, why so down-cast?
if your lovely look can't move her,
looking this ill will prevail?
prithee, why so pale?

why so dull and mute, young player?
prithee, why so mute?
if your sweet talk can't win her,
saying nothing will do it?
prithee, why so mute?

quit, quit, for shame;she will never be move,
your words cannot take her.
if she can't love herself,
not will maker:
the devil will take her.

good one