WIL. Hey, ho, graceless grief!
PER. Witness she slew me with her eye,
WIL. Let thy folly be the prief.
PER. And you, that saw it, simple sheep,
WIL. Hey, ho, the fair flock!
PER. For prief thereof, my death shall weep,
WIL. And moan with many a mock.
PER. So learn'd I love on a holy eve,
WIL. Hey, ho, holy-day!
PER. That ever since my heart did grieve,