Evad. Aspatia, take her part.
Dula. I will refuse it.
Evad. Why, do.
Dula. You will find the play
Evad. I thank thee, Dula. Would thou couldst instil
Dula. She is in love: Hang me, if I were so,
Asp. It were a timeless smile should prove my cheek:
Evad. Nay, leave this sad talk, madam.
Asp. Would I could!
Evad. See, if you have not spoild all Dulas mirth.
Asp. Thou thinkst thy heart hard; but if thou best caught,
Dula. Thats not so good; let em shoot anything
Asp. Well, wench, thou mayst be taken.
Evad. Ladies, good-night: Ill do the rest myself.
Dula. Nay, let your lord do some. Asp. [Sings.] Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew.
Evad. Thats one of your sad songs, madam.
Asp. Believe me, tis a very pretty one.
Evad. How is it, madam?
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens, willow branches bear;
Say I died true:
My love was false, but I was firm
From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie
Lightly, gentle earth!
Evad. Fie ont, madam! The words are so strange, they are
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