lalus:I have two sparrows white as snow,
Whose pretty eyes like sparks do show;
In her bosom Venus hatcht them
Where her little Cupid watcht them,
Till they, too, fledge, their nests forsook
Themselves and to the fields betook,
Where by chance a fowler caught them
Of whom I full dearly bought them;
They'll fetch you conserve from the hip,
And lay it softly on your lip,
Through their nibbling bills they'll chirrup
And fluttering feed you with the syrup,
And if thence you put them by,
They to your white neck will fly,
And if you expulse them there,
They'll hang upon your braided hair;
You so long shall see them prattle,
Till at length they'll fall to battle,
And when they have fought their fill,
You will smile to see them bill.
These birds my Lirope's shall be,
So thou'llt leave him and go with me.

cleon:His sparrows are not worth a rush:
I'll find as good in every bush.
Of doves I have a dainty pair
Which when you please to take the air,
About your head shall gently hover,
Your clear brow from the sun to cover,
And with their nimble wings shall fan you,
That neither cold nor heat shall tan you,
And like umbrellas with their feathers
Shield you in all sorts of weathers:
They be most dainty coloured things,
They have damask backs and checkered wings,
Their necks more various colours show
Than there be mixid in the bow;
Venus saw the lesser dove
And therewith was far in love,
Offering for't her golden ball,
For her son to play withal.
These my Lirope's shall be,
So she'll leave him and go with me.

lirope:Then for sparrows and for doves,
I am fitted twixt my loves,
But Lalus, I take no delight
In sparrows, for they'll scratch and bite,
And though joined, they are ever wooing,
Always billing if not doing.
Twixt Venus' breasts if they have lyen,
I much fear they'll infect mine;
Cleon, your doves are very dainty,
Tame pigeons else you know are plenty,
These may win some of your marrows;
I am not caught with doves nor sparrows.
I thank ye kindly for your cost,
Yet your labour is but lost.