SCHOOLMASTER. If you but favour, our country pastime made is. We are a few of those collected here That ruder tongues distinguish “villager.” And to say verity, and not to fable, We are a merry rout, or else a _rabble_, Or company, or by a figure, _chorus_, That ’fore thy dignity will dance a morris. And I that am the rectifier of all, By title _pædagogus_, that let fall The birch upon the breeches of the small ones, And humble with a ferula the tall ones, Do here present this machine, or this frame. And, dainty Duke, whose doughty dismal fame From Dis to Dædalus, from post to pillar, Is blown abroad, help me, thy poor well-willer, And with thy twinkling eyes look right and straight Upon this mighty _Morr_, of mickle weight. _Is_ now comes in, which being glued together Makes _Morris_, and the cause that we came hither. The body of our sport, of no small study. I first appear, though rude and raw and muddy, To speak before thy noble grace this tenner, At whose great feet I offer up my penner. The next, the Lord of May and Lady bright, The Chambermaid and Servingman, by night That seek out silent hanging; then mine Host And his fat Spouse, that welcomes to their cost The galled traveller, and with a beck’ning Informs the tapster to inflame the reck’ning. Then the beest-eating Clown and next the Fool, The Bavian with long tail and eke long tool, _Cum multis aliis_ that make a dance. Say “Ay,” and all shall presently advance. THESEUS. Ay, ay, by any means, dear _Domine_. PIRITHOUS. Produce. SCHOOLMASTER. _Intrate, filii!_ Come forth and foot it. Music. Enter the Countrymen, Countrywomen and Jailer’s Daughter; they perform a morris dance. Ladies, if we have been merry And have pleased ye with a derry, And a derry, and a down, Say the schoolmaster’s no clown. Duke, if we have pleased thee too And have done as good boys should do, Give us but a tree or twain For a Maypole, and again, Ere another year run out, We’ll make thee laugh, and all this rout. THESEUS. Take twenty, _Domine_.—How does my sweetheart? HIPPOLYTA. Never so pleased, sir. EMILIA. ’Twas an excellent dance, And, for a preface, I never heard a better. THESEUS. Schoolmaster, I thank you.—One see’em all rewarded. PIRITHOUS. And here’s something to paint your pole withal. [_He gives money._] THESEUS. Now to our sports again. SCHOOLMASTER. May the stag thou hunt’st stand long, And thy dogs be swift and strong; May they kill him without lets, And the ladies eat his dowsets. [_Exeunt Theseus, Pirithous, Hippolyta, Emilia, Arcite and Train. Horns winded as they go out._] Come, we are all made. _Dii deæque omnes_, You have danced rarely, wenches. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. The same part of the forest as in scene III. Enter Palamon from the bush.