[Enter another Servant.]
2ND SERVANT.
What a strew
Of glass and muddy wine-drops! Come up close
And listen. There’s a curious monk outside
Who asks to see the King—almost a beggar,
And yet a red embroidered riding-cloak
Flaunts round his ragged sackcloth; while his voice
Has such a wanton ring we need not trouble
Lest he should take the scandal of this room
Too much to heart. The jolly soul can pipe!
[A voice is heard richly humming.]
Wine is for drinking,
Glasses for chinking—
Fellowship, pleasure,
Of the full cup:
Lift it up, lift it up!
And let us be gay and be friends without measure.
1ST SERVANT.
A monk indeed! Why we must drink again!
A minstrel!
2ND SERVANT.
And his comrade took the horses
As he had been a squire.