WILL. What? These are riddles sure: art thou then bound to her?

DICK. Faith in myself, and Worth in her, which no proof can undo.

WILL. God shield us from such dames! If so our dames be sped, The shepherds will grow lean I trow, their sheep will be ill-fed. But Dick, my counsel mark: run from the place of woo: The arrow being shot from far doth give the smaller blow.

DICK. My heart deep graven.

WILL. If wages make you want, what food is that she gives?

WILL. What witnesses thereto?

DICK. He九*九*藏*書r care is to prevent My freedom, with show of her beams, with virtue, my content.

DICK. Remembrance is the chest Lockd fast with knowing that she is of worldly things the best.

Uttered in a Pastoral Show at Wilton.

DICK. What joy the joyful sun gives unto bleared eyes; That comfort in these sports you like, my mind his comfort tries.

WILL. Who made the band so fast?

DICK. Oh hence! O cruel word! which even dogs do hate: But hence, even hence, I must needs go; such is my dogged fate.

ｒead•99ｃsw•ｃoｍDICK. Hear then, and learn to sigh: a mistress I do serve, Whose wages make me beg the more, who feeds me till I starve; Whose livery is such, as most I freeze apparelled most, And looks so near unto my cure, that I must needs be lost.

WILL. Dick, since we cannot dance, come, let a cheerful voice Show that we do not grudge at all when others do rejoice.

DICK. Wonder that, by two so black eyes the glittring stars be past.

WILL. Who bound thee?

WILL. Thou seest my ears do itch at it: goodhtｔｐs://rｅａｄ•9９csｗ.ｃom Dick thy sorrow tell.

WILL. Then, Dick, let us go hence lest we great folks annoy: For nothing can more tedious be than plaint in time of joy.

WILL. Thou late of wages plaindst: what wages maysh thou have?

WILL. What living get you then?

DICK. Disdain; but just disdain; So have I cause myself to plain, but no cause to complain.

DICK. Tears drink, sorrows meat, wherewith not I, but in me my death lives.

DICK. Ah Will, though I grudge not, I count it feeble glee, With sight made dim with dail九九藏書y tears anothers sport to see. Whoever lambkins saw, yet lambkins love to play, To play when that their loved dams are stolen or gone astray? If this in them be true, as true in men think I, A lustless song forsooth thinks he that hath more lust to cry.

DICK. Her heavenly looks, which more and more do give me cause to crave.

DICK. Bound as I neither power have, nor would have power, to stir.

WILL. What care takes she for thee?

WILL. What? Is thy bagpipe broke, or are thy lambs miswent; Thy wallet or thy tar九九藏書-box lost; or thy new raiment-rent?

DICK. Good Will, I cannot take thy good advice; before That foxes leave to steal, they find they die therefore.

WILL. What seal?

DICK. Love, my lord.

WILL. What keepeth safe thy band?

DICK. I would it were but thus, for thus it were too well.

WILL. A time there is for all, my mother often says, When she, with skirts tucked very high, with girls at football plays When thou hast mind to weep, seek out some smoky room: Now let those lightsome sights we see thy darkness overcome.