Fie, fie! What a coil is here!
Why strive you so to get a kiss? 
Do, do, do what you will,
You shall be ne'er the near. 

Had I been willing
So to be billing, 
You had prevailed long ere this.

Sweet, stand away; let me alone,
Or else in faith I'll get me gone

Come, come, do you not perceive
I am not yet disposed to yield?
Stay, stay, stay but a while;
My love will give you leave. 

This my denial
Is but a trial 
If faint desire will fly the field. 

Whoop! Look you now, I pray be still.
Nay, then in faith do what you will.