(SHEPHERDESS in response replies with cross purposes, to evade SoLoMON’s flattery, pretending she has to go to DAVID, whom she is nursing.) Snnpunnness. The King now returns from his stroll ; I must run to attend him. SOLOMON, trying to retain her by further jlatteries. My dear, you’re a satchet of Myrrh To be laid in my breast! My dove, y0u’re a cluster of roses, In En—gedi’s gardens! (The Suarunnnxss leaves, and SoLOMoN calls after her.) So1.oMoN. _ You are charming, my love, you are charming! You haveeyes like a dove! _ You are charming, my love, you are charming! Let our roof be green leaves. And the beams of our house fir—tree boughs, And the Cypress our screen ! Acr 2. Scams: r. (The Snnpnnannss and her lover meet and talk.) SHEPHERDESS. Am I your Rose of Sharon ? Your Lily of the Valley? SHEPHERD. Like a lily in thorns, Is my dear amongst maidens ! RBA I2 16