ROSALIND AND HELEN.
7
If thy kind feelings should not cease,
We may sit here.
ROSALIND.
Thou lead, my sweet,
And I will follow.
HENRY.
'Tis Fenici's seat
Where you are going? This is not the way,
Mamma; it leads behind those trees that grow
Close to the little river.
HELEN.
Yes: I know:
I was bewildered. Kiss me, and be gay,
Dear boy: why do you sob?
HENRY.
I do not know:
But it might break any one's heart to see
You and the lady cry so bitterly.
