Sad songs were made so long ago, my dear?
This day I am to be a bride, you know,
Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago?
CHILD
O mother, lay your costly robes aside,
For you may never be another's bride.
That line I learn'd not in the old sad song.
MOTHER
I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,
Play with the bridemaids; and be glad, my boy,