Aym. This little distance from the instruments
Will to your eares conuey the harmony
With more delight.
Cha. Ile not consent.
Aym. Y’are tedious,
By this meanes shall I with one banquet please
Two companies, those within and these Guls heere. [50]
Song aboue.
Musique and a Song, Beaumelle within—ha, ha, ha.
Cha. How’s this? It is my Ladies laugh! most certaine
When I first pleas’d her, in this merry language,
She gaue me thanks.
Bau. How like you this?
Cha. ’Tis rare,
Yet I may be deceiu’d, and should be sorry [55]
Vpon vncertaine suppositions, rashly
To write my selfe in the blacke list of those
I haue declaym’d against, and to Romont.
Aym. I would he were well of—perhaps your Lordship
Likes not these sad tunes, I haue a new Song [60]
Set to a lighter note, may please you better;
Tis cal’d The happy husband.
Cha. Pray sing it.