Fie, what a coil is here!

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.