Ametas and Thestylis Making Hay-ropes

1 AMETAS Think’st thou that this love can stand, Whilst thou still dost say me nay? Love unpaid does soon disband: Love binds love as hay binds hay. 2 THESTYLIS Think’st thou that this rope would twine If we both should turn one way? Where both parties so combine, Neither love will twist nor hay. 3 AMETAS Thus you vain excuses find, Which yourselves and us delay: And love ties a woman’s mind Looser than with ropes of hay. 4 THESTYLIS What you cannot constant hope Must be taken as you may. 5 AMETAS Then let’s both lay by our rope, And go kiss within the hay.