'Sweet boy,' she says, 'this night I'll waste in sorrow,
For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.
Tell me, Love's master, shall we meet to-morrow?
Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?'
He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends
To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.
“苦度今宵郎君去，
眼见离别心难忍。
朗奴明日再相聚？
汝当依我示诚恳”
明朝有事男违意，
与友猎彘勿能弃。
