Uttered in a Pastoral S ilton.
ILL. Dick, since dance, come, let a c grudge at all whers do rejoice.
DICK. A, I count it feeble glee, it made dim ears anot to see. lambkins love to play, to play olen or gone astray? If true, as true in men tless song forsoot to cry.
ILL. A time ten says, s tucked very football plays mind to some smoky room: No tsome sighy darkness overcome.
DICK. joy to bleared eyes; t comfort in ts you like, my mind tries.
ILL. ? Is t; t or tar-box lost; or t-rent?
DICK. I t oo well.
ILL. t my ears do itc it: good Dick tell.
DICK. o sigress I do serve, ill I starve; I freeze apparelled most, And looks so near unto my cure, t I must needs be lost.
ILL. ? t to her?
DICK. Bound as I neito stir.
ILL. hee?
DICK. Love, my lord.
ILL. nesses to?
DICK. Faith in her, which no proof can undo.
ILL. seal?
DICK. My deep graven.
ILL. ?
DICK. onder t, by ttring stars be past.
ILL. keepethy band?
DICK. Remembrance is t Lockd fast s.
ILL. te of : w wages mayshou have?
DICK. o crave.
ILL. If , she gives?
DICK. tears drink, sorro, in me my death lives.
ILL. living get you then?
DICK. Disdain; but just disdain; So o plain, but no cause to complain.
ILL. care takes shee?
DICK. o prevent My freedom, ue, my content.
ILL. God sro Dick, my counsel mark: run from t from far dothe smaller blow.
DICK. Good ill, I cannot take t foxes leave to steal, therefore.
ILL. t us go folks annoy: For notedious be t in time of joy.
DICK. Oe: But needs go; suce.