1:02:10
Alison, it's me, Absalon
1:02:19
What are you doing, honeycomb sweet?
1:02:22
Alison, my fair bird, my sweet
cinnamon, wake up, speak to me
1:02:28
It's Absalon
1:02:30
He's tried to win me with many gifts
1:02:34
Sweet wine, hydromel
beer brewed with spices...
1:02:40
...pasties of the sweetest
fruits, wafers hot from the stove
1:02:46
And as I'm a city girl, money too.
1:02:53
My love, I'm fluttering
like a turtle dove
1:02:57
You fool! Go away, because I
love another man better than you
1:03:02
True love is always ill-fated
1:03:04
If I cannot hope for
more, give me just a kiss
1:03:09
If I do, will you go?
1:03:12
Certainly, my love
1:03:15
Then lick your lips, I'm coming
1:03:21
You'll die laughing
1:03:26
Quick, lest the neighbours see
1:03:30
I am a lord, for after
this I dare hope for more
1:03:48
What have you done,
Alison? You'll pay for it!