_Mop_. O we shall be pincht most cruelly. 1 _Fay_. Will you haue any musick sir? 2 _Fay_. Will you haue any fine musicke? 3 _Fay_. Most daintie musicke? _Mop_. We must set a face on't now; there's no flying; no, Sir, we are very merrie, I thanke you. 1 _Fay_. O but you shall, Sir. _Fris_. No, I pray you, saue your labour. 2 _Fay_. O, Sir, it shall not cost you a penny. _Io_. Where be your Fiddles? 3 _Fay_. You shall haue most daintie Instruments, Sir. _Mop_. I pray you, what might I call you? 1 _Fay_. My name is _Penny_. _Mop_. I am sorry I cannot purse you. _Fris_. I pray you sir what might I call you? 2 _Fay_. My name is _Cricket_.[117] _Fris_. I would I were a chimney for your sake. _Io_. I pray you, you prettie little fellow, whats your name? 3 _Fay_. My name is little, little _Pricke_. _Io_. Little, little _Pricke?_ ô you are a daungerous Fayrie, and fright all little wenches in the country out of their beds. I care not whose hand I were in, so I were out of yours. 1 _Fay_. I do come about the coppes Leaping vpon flowers toppes; Then I get vpon a Flie, Shee carries me aboue the skie, And trip and goe. 2 _Fay_. When a deaw drop falleth downe And doth light vpon my crowne, Then I shake my head and skip And about I trip. 3 _Fay_. When I feele a girle a sleepe Vnderneath her frock I peepe. There to sport, and there I play, Then I byte her like a flea; And about I skip. _Io_. I, I thought where I should haue you. _1 Fay_. Wilt please you daunce, sir. _Io_. Indeed, sir, I cannot handle my legges. 2 _Fay_. O you must needs daunce and sing, Which if you refuse to doe We will pinch you blacke and blew; And about we goe. _They all daunce in a ring and sing, as followeth_. Round about, round about, in a fine ring a, Thus we daunce, thus we daunce, and thus we sing a: Trip and go, too and fro, ouer this Greene a, All about, in and out, for our braue Queene a. Round about, round about, in a fine Ring a, Thus we daunce, thus we daunce, and thus we sing a: Trip and go, too and fro, ouer this Greene a, All about, in and out, for our braue Queene a. We haue daunc't round about in a fine Ring a, We haue daunc't lustily and thus we sing a; All about, in and out, ouer this Greene a, Too and fro, trip and go, to our braue Queene a. _Actus Tertius_. (SCENE I.) _Enter Appollo and three Charites_. 1 _Cha_. No, No, great _Phoebus_; this your silence tends To hide your griefe from knowledge of your friends, Who, if they knew the cause in each respect, Would shewe their utmost skill to cure th'effect: _Ap_. Good Ladyes, your conceites in iudgement erre: Because you see me dumpish, you referre The reason to some secret griefe of mine: But you haue seene me melancholy many a time: Perhaps it is the glowing weather now That makes me seeme so ill at ease to you.