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your wit :
Mar. At the twelvemonth's end,
Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.
you, my lord Biron,
task shall be,
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
Ros: Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,
[to the king King. No, madam; we will bring you on your way.
Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play;
King. Come, fir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day,
Biron. That's too long for a play.
Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary; I have vow'd to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? it should have follow'd in the end of our show.
King. Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all filver white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
Cuckoo, cuckoo : 0 word of fear,
Unpleafing to a married ear !
And merry larks are ploughmens clocks,
And maidens bleach their summer smocko,
Cuckoo, Cuckoo : 0 word of fear,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
A merry note,
While greasy Jone doth keel the pot.
And coughing drowns the parson's law,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs biss in the bowl,
A merry note,
Arm. The words of Mercury