Tyse. Yes, faith, father; marriage and hanging are spun both in one hour.
Coc. Why, then, my worshipful good friends, I bid myself most heartily welcome to your merry nuptials and wanton jigga-joggies.—And now, my very fine Heliconian gallants, and you, my worshipful friends in the middle region, 164
If with content our hurtless mirth hath been,
Let your pleased minds at our much care be seen;[114]
For he shall find, that slights such trivial wit,
’Tis easier to reprove than better it.
We scorn to fear, and yet we fear to swell;
We do not hope ’tis best,—’tis all, if well.
[Exeunt. 170
[109] Ed. 1. “Thou art.”
[110] Old eds. “Welyman” and “wely-man.”
[111] The reader will be reminded of Mistress Quickly’s description of Falstaff’s last moments:—“‘How now, Sir John,’ quoth I, ‘what, man! be o’ good cheer.’ So a’ cried out ‘God, God, God!’ three or four times. Now I to comfort him, bid him a’ should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet.”
[112] Old eds. “brothers, brothers.”
[113] Bragot was the name of a sort of mead, once popular in Wales and in the West of England. See Nares’ Glossary, s. Bragget.
[114] Ed. 1. “as our much care hath bin.” Ed. 2. “as our much care be seene.”