So brothers, let's be jolly and gay.
Icken.
But question, where's that lazy [wight,][124]
Who, soon as sun withdrew it's light,
Was for the earth's rich beverage sent,
And has such time in absence spent.
Gauderkin.
Perhaps [with some][125] misfortune he's been doomed to meet,
Cross'd, no doubt, on the road by mortal feet.
Icken.