TEDIOUSNESS.
These friscols shall not serve your turn for all your vaunts so brave;
Ho, ho! did I not tell thee thou cam'st to thy pain!
DILIGENCE.
Help, help, help, our master is slain.
WILL.
Help, help, help, &c.
TEDIOUSNESS.
Where are these lusty bloods, that make their match with me?
Here lies a pattern for them all, to look at and to see.
To teach them to conspire against my force and might;
To promise, for their woman's love, to vanquish me in fight:
Now let them go and crake, how wisely they have sped,
Such is the end of those, that seek this curious dame to wed.
[_Exit_ TED.
ACT IV., SCAENA 3.
WILL, RECREATION, WIT.
WILL.
Rub and chafe him:
For God's love, haste; see, lo, where he doth lie.
RECREATION.
He is not cold, I warrant him, I.
SING.
_Give a leg, give an arm; arise, arise.
Hold up[411] thy head, lift us thy eyes,
1 A leg to stand upright:
2 An arm to fight amain,
1 The head to hold thy brains in plight,
2 The eyes to look again.
Awake, ye drowned powers.
Ye sprites, for-dull with toil:
Resign to me this care of yours,
And from dead sleep recoil.
Think not upon your loathsome luck,
But arise, and dance with us a-pluck.
[Both sing, Give a leg, as is before.
2 What, though thou hast not hit
The top of thy desire,
Time is not so far spent as yet
To cause thee to retire.
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