1 We'll make our leisures to attend on yours.
2 If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
3 Myself, and what is mine, to you and yours Is now converted.
4 There, take it, prince, and if my form lie there, Then I am yours.
5 My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours: You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid.
6 One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
7 But the full sum of me Is sum of something, which, to term in gross, Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all, is that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.