| spokest of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians | 25 | passing the equinoctial of Queubus. 'Twas very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman. Hadst it? Clo. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's | nose is no whipstock. My lady has a white | 30 | hand, and the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale houses. Sir And. Excellent! Why, this is the best fool- ing, when all is done. Now, a song. | Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you. | 35 | Let's have a song. Sir And. There's a testril of me too. If one knight give a-- Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song, of Sir To. A love-song, a love-song. Sir And. Ay, ay. I care not for good life. Clo. [Sings.] O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear, your true love's coming, | That can sing both high and low. | 45 | Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith. Clo. [Sings.] What is love? 'Tis not hereafter. Present mirth hath present laughter; -76- |