AMBER. You say you’re sweet: how should I know?
ARCTURUS. Then you shall find out how sweet I am!
AMBER. From what – how so? I keep myself free!
ARCTURUS. Whether that you believe me or not
AMBER. Whether that you be sweet or no?
ARCTURUS. Long I have sweetened in this now
AMBER. A sweet head you have wandered here,
ARCTURUS. I live for who to sweeten, sweet who –
AMBER. Who cast your life for pleasure, live there –
ARCTURUS. Live my years, that I live them well –
AMBER. But yet your years that I have witnessed,
ARCTURUS. Live by my own belief, you shall know
AMBER. Here I shall endure my own knowledge!
© Ismael Mansoor