[Enter Iaylors daughter.]
DAUGHTER.
[Sings.]
The George alow came from the South,
From the coast of Barbary a.
And there he met with brave gallants of war
By one, by two, by three, a.
Well haild, well haild, you jolly gallants,
And whither now are you bound a?
O let me have your company [Chaire and stooles out.]
Till (I) come to the sound a.
There was three fooles, fell out about an howlet:
The one sed it was an owle,
The other he sed nay,
The third he sed it was a hawke,
And her bels wer cut away.
3. COUNTREYMAN.
Ther’s a dainty mad woman M(aiste)r
Comes i’th Nick, as mad as a march hare:
If wee can get her daunce, wee are made againe:
I warrant her, shee’l doe the rarest gambols.
1. COUNTREYMAN.
A mad woman? we are made, Boyes.
SCHOOLMASTER.
And are you mad, good woman?
DAUGHTER.
I would be sorry else;
Give me your hand.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Why?