[82] A copse or bush. See "Tempest," act iv., sc. 1. "And every _bosky_ bourn from side to side."--_Milton._ --_Cooper._ [83] [Appearance, _quasi_ semblety, semblance.] [84] [Should we not read _fute_? See Halliwell in _v_.] [85] See the second song at the end of the play.--_Cooper._ [86] The word _spouse_ is here used for _betrothed lover_.--_Cooper._ ACTUS II., SCÆNA I.[88] DOBINET DOUGHTY. D. DOUGH. Where is the house I go to, before or behind? I know not where nor when, nor how I shall it find. If I had ten men's bodies and legs, and strength, This trotting that I have must needs lame me at length. And now that my master is new-set on wooing, I trust there shall none of us find lack of doing: Two pair of shoes a day will now be too little To serve me, I must trot to and fro so mickle. "Go bear me this token;" "carry me this letter;" Now this is the best way; now that way is better. "Up before day, sirs, I charge you, an hour or twain; Trudge, do me this message, and bring word quick again." If one miss but a minute, then, "His arms and wounds, I would not have slacked for ten thousand pounds! Nay see, I beseech you, if my most trusty page Go not now about to hinder my marriage." So fervent hot wooing, and so far from wiving, I trow, never was any creature living; With every woman is he in some love's-pang; Then up to our lute at midnight, _twangledom twang_. Then twang with our sonnets, and twang with our dumps,[89] And heigho from our heart, as heavy as lead-lumps. Then to our recorder[90] with _toodleloodle poop_, As the howlet out of an ivy bush should hoop. Anon to our gittern,[91] _thrumpledum thrumpledum thrum, Thrumpledum, thrumpledum, thrumpledum, thrumpledum, thrum_. Of songs and ballads also he is a maker, And that can he as finely do as Jack Raker;[92] Yea, and extempore will he ditties compose; Foolish Marsias ne'er made the like, I suppose; Yet must we sing them, as good stuff, I undertake, As for such a pen-man is well fitting to make. "Ah, for these long nights! heigho! when will it be day? I fear, ere I come, she will be wooed away." Then, when answer is made, that it may not be, "O death, why comest thou not?" by and by saith he. But then from his heart to put away sorrow, He is as far in with some new love next morrow. But, in the mean season, we trudge and we trot: From dayspring to midnight I sit not nor rest not. And now am I sent to dame Christian Custance; But I fear it will end with a mock for pastance.[93] I bring her a ring with a token in a clout, And by all guess this same is her house out of doubt. I know it now perfect, I am in my right way; And lo! yond the old nurse that was with us last day. ACTUS II., SCÆNA 2. MADGE MUMBLECRUST, DOBINET DOUGHTY.