THENOT. HOBBINOL.
THENOT.
Tell me, good Hobbinol, what gars thee greet?
What! hath some wolf thy tender lambs ytorn?
Or is thy bagpipe broke, that sounds so sweet?
Or art thou of thy loved lass forlorn?
Or be thine eyes attemper'd to the year,
Quenching the gasping furrows' thirst with rain?
Like April shower, so stream the trickling tears