Relent, my dear yet unkind Coelia, At length relent, and give my sorrows end. So shall I keep my long-wished holiday, And set a trophy on a froward friend. Nor tributes, nor imposts, nor other duties Demand I will, as lawful conqueror; Duties, tributes, imposts unto thy beauties Myself will pay as yielded servitor. Then quick relent, thyself surrender us. Brave sir, and why (quoth she) must I relent? Relent (cried I), thyself doth conquer us. When eftsoons with my proper instrument She cut me off, ay me, and answeréd, You cannot conquer, and be conqueréd.