Where is nowe all my pleasure and my worldly good?
Alasse, my foly! alasse, my wanton wyll!
I may no more speke, tyll I haue wept my fyll.
[Here cometh in Lyberte.]
Lyb. With, ye mary, syrs, thus sholde it be. 2090
I kyst her swete, and she kyssyd me;
I daunsed the darlynge on my kne;
I garde her gaspe, I garde her gle,
With, daunce on the le, the le!
I bassed that baby with harte so free;