6 That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
7 Be not her maid, since she is envious;
8 Her vestal livery is but sick and green
9 And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
10 It is my lady, O, it is my love!
11 O, that she knew she were!
12 She speaks yet she says nothing; what of that?
13 Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
14 I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks.