The body is but one
My body is but one. Tell me, how can I favour two lovers?
On one side is pleasure, but on the other torment.
Both my suitors come hither night by night. Will I, nill I, they bid me to their board.
Were it one man one night, I should not be so teased.
In mine own despite I comply with the one, till such time as he goes in quest of another.
I fear this plaguy knave will dupe me at the last, then bitterly shall I regret the outset.
Also I fear that yon other truant will bear me a grudge.
Bystanders have set overmany ill reports afoot.
Ah! Would my heart could split in two and my womanhood be double!
This once you need not flare up in anger.
Could I but dissuade both lovers from wrangling with their mistress, it were sweeter to me than pine-apple preserved in sugar.