1748Say the Schoolemaster's no Clowne:

1749Duke, if we have pleasd three too

1750And have done as good Boyes should doe,

1751Give us but a tree or twaine

1752For a Maypole, and againe

1753Ere another yeare run out,

1754Wee'l make thee laugh and all this rout.

1755Thes. Take 20. Domine; how does my sweet heart.

1756Hip. Never so pleasd Sir.

1757Emil. Twas an excellent dance, and for a preface

1758I never heard a better.

1759Thes. Schoolemaster, I thanke yon, One see'em all re-(warded.

1760Per. And heer's something to paint your Pole withall.

1761Thes. Now to our sports againe.

1762Sch. May the Stag thou huntst stand long,

1763And thy dogs be swift and strong:

1764May they kill him without lets,

1765And the Ladies eate his dowsets: Come we are all made.

1767Dij Deaeq; omnes, ye have danc'd rarely wenches. Exeunt.

1769Pal. About this houre my Cosen gave his faith

1770To visit me againe, and with him bring

1771Two Swords, and two good Armors; if he faile

1772He's neither man, nor Souldier; when he left me

1773I did not thinke a weeke could have restord

1774My lost strength to me, I was growne so low,

1775And Crest-falne with my wants; I thanke thee Arcite,

1776Thou art yet a faire Foe; and I feele my selfe

1777With this refreshing, able once againe

1778To out dure danger: To delay it longer

1779Would make the world think when it comes to hearing,

1780That I lay fatting like a Swine, to fight

1781And not a Souldier: Therefore this blest morning

1782Shall be the last; and that Sword he refutes,

1783If it but hold, I kill him with; tis Iustice:

1784So love, and Fortune for me: O good morrow.