WIL. Now endeth our roundelay."
CUD. Sicker, such a roundel never heard I none;
Little lacketh Perigot of the best,
And Willie is not greatly overgone,
So weren his under-songs well addrest.
WIL. Herdgroom, I fear me thou have a squint eye;
Arede uprightly, who has the victory.
CUD. Faith of my soul, I deem each have gained;
Forthy let the lamb be Willie his own;
And for Perigot, so well hath him pained,