of her song; for she must weep If she sing through.
MARY HAMILTON. I told you it was love; I watched her eyes all through the masquing time Feed on his face by morsels; she must weep.
4. Le navire Passe et luit, Puis chavire A grand bruit; Et sur l'onde La plus blonde Tete au monde Flotte et fuit.
5. Moi, je rame, Et l'amour, C'est ma flamme, Mon grand jour, Ma chandelle Blanche et belle, Ma chapelle
6. Toi, mon ame Et ma foi, Sois, ma dame; Et ma loi; Sois ma mie, Sois Marie, Sois ma vie, Toute a moi!
MARY SEYTON. I know the song; a song of Chastelard's, He made in coming over with the queen. How hard it rained! he played that over twice Sitting before her, singing each word soft, As if he loved the least she listened to.
MARY HAMILTON. No marvel if he loved it for her sake; She is the choice of women in the world; Is she not, sweet?
MARY BEATON. I have seen no fairer one.
MARY SEYTON. And the most loving: did you note last night How long she held him w