Now my Father,
Twenty to one, is trust up in a trice
To morrow morning; Ile say never a word.
[Sing.]
For ile cut my greene coat a foote above my knee,
And ile clip my yellow lockes an inch below mine eie.
hey, nonny, nonny, nonny,
He's buy me a white Cut, forth for to ride
And ile goe seeke him, throw the world that is so wide
hey nonny, nonny, nonny.
O for a pricke now like a Nightingale,
To put my breast against. I shall sleepe like a Top else.
[Exit.]
Scaena 5. (Another part of the forest.)
[Enter a Schoole master, 4. Countrymen, and Bavian. 2. or 3.
wenches,
with a Taborer.]
SCHOOLMASTER.
Fy, fy, what tediosity, & disensanity is here among ye? have
my Rudiments bin labourd so long with ye? milkd unto ye, and
by a figure even the very plumbroth & marrow of my understanding
laid upon ye? and do you still cry: where, and how, & wherfore?
you most course freeze capacities, ye jane Iudgements, have I
saide:
thus let be, and there let be, and then let be, and no man
understand
mee? Proh deum, medius fidius, ye are all dunces! For why, here
stand I, Here the Duke comes, there are you close in the Thicket;
the Duke appeares, I meete him and unto him I utter learned
things
and many figures; he heares, and nods, and hums, and then cries:
rare, and I goe forward; at length I fling my Cap up; marke
there;
then do you, as once did Meleager and the Bore, break comly out
before him: like true lovers, cast your selves in a Body
decently,
and sweetly, by a figure trace and turne, Boyes.
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