Claudio. Know you any Hero? Hero. None my lord! As You Like it. Gentle and modest Hero! I can see
They may talk of love in a cottage And bowers of trellised vine, Of nature bewitchingly simple,
Oh the merry May has pleasant hours, And dreamily they glide, As if they floated like the leaves
All that thou art, I thrillingly And sensibly do feel; For my eye doth see, and my ear doth hear,
Pass thou on! for the vow is said That is never broken; The hand of blessing hath, trembling, laid