[Musicke, Dance. Knocke for Schoole.]
[Enter the Dance.]
Ladies, if we have beene merry,
And have pleasd yee with a derry,
And a derry, and a downe,
Say the Schoolemaster’s no Clowne:
Duke, if we have pleasd thee too,
And have done as good Boyes should doe,
Give us but a tree or twaine
For a Maypole, and againe,
Ere another yeare run out,
Wee’l make thee laugh and all this rout.
THESEUS.
Take 20., Domine; how does my sweet heart?
HIPPOLITA.
Never so pleasd, Sir.
EMILIA.
Twas an excellent dance, and for a preface
I never heard a better.
THESEUS.
Schoolemaster, I thanke you.—One see’em all rewarded.
PERITHOUS.
And heer’s something to paint your Pole withall.
THESEUS.
Now to our sports againe.
SCHOOLMASTER.
May the Stag thou huntst stand long,
And thy dogs be swift and strong:
May they kill him without lets,
And the Ladies eate his dowsets!
Come, we are all made. [Winde Hornes.]
Dij Deoeq(ue) omnes, ye have danc’d rarely, wenches. [Exeunt.]