By thea-hold, hold! thoul't bite, I zweare, my wozen. Whoy thon beleave ma whon ich zweare; zo do thou. Ich do, good Hodge; thou zweare no more; dabors, To leead us on to eand ower loaves great labors. THEIR WEDLOCKE. A borgen's a borgen, che hard long agoe, Be merry, ond a vig vor woe: Zing gleare, zing zweet and zure, Our zong zhall bee but zhort. Thon let this burden zweetly zung be ztill, XLIV. The Fayries' Baunce. (FROM THE SAME.) DARE you haunt our hallowed greene? Downe and sleepe, Wake and weepe, Pinch him black, and pinch him blew, That seekes to steale a lover true. When you come to heare us sing, Pinch him black, and pinch him blew, O thus our nayles shall handle you. 18 18 Douce adduces this Song as an illustration of the last scene of "The Merry Wives of Windsor." See Illustrations of Shakspeare, edit. 1839, p. 51. XLV. The Satyres' Baunce. (FROM THE SAME.) ROUND a, round a, keepe your ring; Hoé, hoe! He that weares the flaming rayes, And the imperiall crowne of bayes: Hoe, hoe! That in his bountie he'd vouchsafe to grace The humble Sylvannes and their shaggy race. XLVI. The Urchins' Daunce. (FROM THE SAME.) By the moone we sport and play, Two by two, and three by three, 19 Urchin, in its original signification, is a hedgehog, but came to be applied to a little elf or goblin of a mischievous kind, and thence to a child of a similar disposition. XLVII. Tosse the Pot. (FROM THE SAME.) Chorus.-Tosse the pot, tosse the pot, let us be merry, And drinke till our cheeks be as red as a cherry: We take no thought, we have no care, Chorus.-Tosse the pot, &c. We drink, carouse, with hart most free; Then fill the pot againe to me, And ever tosse the pot. Chorus.-Tosse the pot, &c. |