Prithee, why so pale?

Will, when looking well can't move him

Looking ill prevail?

Prithee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?

Prithee, why so mute?

Will, when speaking well can't win him,

Saying nothing do't？

Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame! This will not move;

This cannot take him.