_Pal._ If he keep touch, he dies for't. [_Exit._ _Scæna Quarta._ _Enter Jaylors daughter._ _Daugh._ I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too, The little Stars, and all, that look like aglets: The Sun has seen my Folly: _Palamon_; Alas no; he's in heaven; where am I now? Yonder's the sea, and there's a Ship; how't tumbles And there's a Rock lies watching under water; Now, now, it beats upon it; now, now, now, There's a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry! Upon her before the wind, you'll loose all els: Up with a course or two, and tack about Boys. Good night, good night, y'are gone; I'm very hungry, Would I could find a fine Frog; he would tell me News from all parts o'th' world, then would I make A Careck of a Cockle-shell, and sayll By East and North East to the King of _Pigmies_, For he tels fortunes rarely. Now my Father Twenty to one is trust up in a trice To morrow morning, I'll say never a word. _Sing._ _For I'll cut my green coat, afoot above my knee,_ _And I'll clip my yellow locks; an inch below mine eie._ _hey, nonny, nonny, nonny._ _He's buy me a whit Cut, forth for to ride_ _And I'll goe seek him, throw the world that is so wide._ _hey nonny, nonny, nonny._ O for a prick now like a Nightingale, to put my brest Against. I shall sleep like a Top else. [_Exit._ _Scæna_ [5]. _Enter a Schoolmaster 4. Countrymen: and Baum._ _2. or 3., with a Taborer._ _Sch._ Fy, fy, what tediosity, & disensanity is here among ye? have my Rudiments bin labour'd so long with ye? milk'd unto ye, and, by a figure, even the very plumbroth & marrow of my understanding laid upon ye? and do you still cry where, and how, & wherefore? you most course freeze capacities, ye jave Judgements, have I said thus let be, and there let be, and then let be, and no man understand me, _prob deum, medius fidius_, ye are all dunces: For why here stand I. Here the Duke comes, there are you close in the Thicket; the Duke appears, I meet him, and unto him I utter learned things, and many figures, he hears, and nods, and hums, and then cries rare, and I goe forward, at length I fling my Cap up; mark there; then do you as once did _Meleager_, and the _Bore_ break comely out before him: like true lovers, cast your selves in a Body decently, and sweetly, by a figure trace, and turn Boys. _1._ And sweetly we will doe it Master _Gerrold_. _2._ Draw up the Company, Where's the Taboror? _3._ Why _Timothy_? _Tab._ Here my mad boys, have at ye. _Sch._ But I say where's their wom[e]n? _4._ Here's _Friz_ and _Maudline_.