GEORGE II
Dear, gentle Anne. Thy hand is soft and cool,
Which proverb say, is proof of warmer heart.
Thine eyes are blue. Methinks they were but green.
LADY PRESCOTT
My mood, dear lord, doth color both mine eye.
GEORGE II
Then what, pray tell, doth green all signify?
And also tell what meaning is implied
When sapphire blue inside your eyes reside.
LADY PRESCOTT
If sadness hue is blue and luck is green,
Unlucky stand I here, and desperate, too;
Yet colors are much more than single runes.
The swell incessant sea is royal blue:
Arbusto blood, the sky, cut diamonds, too.
Green luck in frogs doth happily reside,
In mellow grass, in youthful, unripe life;
So, how do you, my lord, interpret this,
The blue encircle color of mine eyes?
GEORGE II
They are but pools I would swim naked in.
LADY PRESCOTT
Aquatics there meet currents that compete.
Adviséd swimmers who would dally thence
Ought pull full stroke within that watery lane,
Or like Odysseus, meet Charybdis pain.
GEORGE II
Did not that king avoid the whirlpool’s wrath,
Then settle on Calypso shore and bathe
With seven beauties every day? Alas,
What mighty swimmer’s stamens can achieve.
LADY PRESCOTT
Your testimony on the field today
Was evidence of that. O me, I blush.
GEORGE II
This blushing cheek sets roses ‘gainst your eye,
Where juxtaposed, makes bluer iris still. The Historie of King George II
Act I, iv
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