Come now, to begin to be in love, is it bitter, prithee? A PROCURESS Why, troth, love is most fruitful both in honey and in gall; inasmuch as it produces sweetness in a mere taste, but causes bitterness even to repletion. SILENIUM Of that character is the malady that afflicts me, my dear Gymnasium. GYMNASIUM Love is full of treachery. SILENIUM He’s taking his spoils of me, then. GYMNASIUM Be of good courage, you’ll get the better of this malady. SILENIUM I trust it will be so, if the physician comes that can administer the medicine to this malady. GYMNASIUM He will come. SILENIUM A hard expression is that to one in love, He will come, unless he does come. But by my own fault and foolishness, am I, wretched creature, more afflicted, because for him alone have I longed for myself, with whom to pass my life.