Prithee by Benjamin Britten Lyrics

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can't win her
Saying nothing do't?
Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame, this will not move
This cannot take her;
If of herself she will not love
Nothing can make her;
Let who will take her!