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Of him that hears it, never in the Tongue
Of him that makes it. Then, if fickly Ears,
Deaft with the Clamours of their own dear Groans,
Will hear your idle Scorns; continue then,
And I will have you, and that Fault withal;

But if they will not, throw away that Spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that Fault,
Right joyful of your Reformation.

Biron. A Twelve-month? Well, befall who will befall, I'll jeft a Twelve-month in an Hospital.

Prin. Ay, fweet my Lord, and fo I take my Leave.

[to the King. King. No Madam, we will bring you on your way. Biron. Our Wooing doth not end like an old Play; Fack hath not Fill; Thefe Ladies Courtefie Might well have made our Sport a Comedy.

King. Come, Sir, it wants a Twelve-month and a Day, And then 'twill end..

Biron. That's too long for a Play.

Enter Armado.

Arm. Sweet Majefty, vouchfafe me.
Prin. Was not that Hector?

Dum. The worthy Knight of Troy.

Arm. I will kifs thy Royal Finger, and take Leave. I am a Votary, I have vow'd to Jaquenetta to hold the Plough for her fweet Love three Years. But most esteem'd Greatness, will you hear the Dialogue that the two Learned Men have compiled, in praife of the Owl and the Cuckow? It fhould have follow'd in the End of our Shew.

King. Call them forth quickly, we will do fo.
Arm. Holla, approach.

Enter all.

This fide is Hiems, Winter.

This Ver, the Spring: The one maintain'd by the Owl,
The other by the Cuckow.
Ver, begin.

The SON G.

When Dafies pied, and Violets blue,
And Cuckow-buds of yellow hue;
And Lady-Smocks all Silver white,
Do paint the Meadows with Delight;
The Cuckow then on every Tree
Mocks Married Men; for thus fings he,

Cuckow, Cuckow: Ọ Word of Fear,
Unpleafing to a Married Ear.

When Shepherds Pipe on Oaten Straws,
And merry Larks are Ploughmens Clocks:
When Turtles tread, and Rooks and Daws,
And Maidens bleach their Summer Smocks;
The Cuckow then on every Tree
Mocks Married Men; for thus fings he,

Cuckow, Cuckow: O Word of Fear,
Unpleafing to a Married Ear.


When Ificles hang by the Wall,

And Dick the Shepherd blows his Nail;
And Tom bears Logs into the Hall,
And Milk comes frozen Home in Pail;
When Blood is nipt, and Ways be foul,
Then Nightly fings the ftaring Owl
Tu-whit, to-who.

A merry Note,

While greafie Jone doth keel the Pot.

When all aloud the Wind doth blow,
And Coughing drowns the Parfon's Saw;
And Birds fit brooding in the Snow,
And Marrian's Nose looks red and raw;


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