A true friend to the true;
Fear not; come hither.
So; can you tell fortunes?
Not in the dark. Come nearer to the fire.
Give me your hand. It is not crossed, I see.
There's the cross.
Is 't silver?
No, 't is gold.
There's a fair lady at the Court, who loves you,
And for yourself alone.
Fie! the old story!
Tell me a better fortune for my money;
Not this old woman's tale!
You are passionate;
And this same passionate humor in your blood
Has marred your fortune. Yes; I see it now;
The line of life is crossed by many marks.
Shame! shame!
O you have wronged the maid who loved you!
How could you do it?
I never loved a maid;
For she I loved was then a maid no more.
How know you that?
A little bird in the air
Whispered the secret.
Fear not; come hither.
So; can you tell fortunes?
Not in the dark. Come nearer to the fire.
Give me your hand. It is not crossed, I see.
There's the cross.
Is 't silver?
No, 't is gold.
There's a fair lady at the Court, who loves you,
And for yourself alone.
Fie! the old story!
Tell me a better fortune for my money;
Not this old woman's tale!
You are passionate;
And this same passionate humor in your blood
Has marred your fortune. Yes; I see it now;
The line of life is crossed by many marks.
Shame! shame!
O you have wronged the maid who loved you!
How could you do it?
I never loved a maid;
For she I loved was then a maid no more.
How know you that?
A little bird in the air
Whispered the secret.