Tho. I am here Love, tell me dear Love,
How I may obtain thy sight.
Maid. Come up to my window love, come, come, come,
Come to my window my dear,
The wind, nor the rain shall trouble thee again,
But thou shalt be lodged here.
Thom. And art thou strong enough?
Lan. Up, up, I warrant ye.
Mary. What do'st thou mean to do?
Maid. Good Mistress peace,
I'le warrant ye we'l cool him: Madge. [Madge above.
Madge. I am ready.
Tho. The love of Greece, and it tickled him so,
That he devised a way to goe.
Now sing the Duke of Northumberland.
Fidler. And climbing to promotion,
He fell down suddenly.
[Madge with a Devils vizard roaring, offers to kiss him, and he falls down.