Page 546 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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CLOWN
(Sings)
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love’s coming, [40]
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting:
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.
SIR ANDREW
Excellent good, i’ faith. [45]
SIR TOBY
Good, good.
CLOWN
(Sings)
What is love? ’Tis not hereafter,
Present mirth hath present laughter:
What’s to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty, [50]
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty:
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
SIR ANDREW
A mellifluous voice, as I am a true knight.
SIR TOBY
A contagious breath.
SIR ANDREW
Very sweet and contagious, i’ faith. [55]
SIR TOBY
To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin
dance indeed? Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three
souls out of one weaver? Shall we do that?
