With what ye can, and out of good will
I will eke say somewhat.
EMMA
Now, hold ye still,
For rhetoric asketh good understanding;
And after my best cunning I will sing.
O rhetoric, sweet theoric and comfortable,
I lament with dreariment that men thee hate;
Unto the heart that loves thine art ’tis lamentable.
Cry on them fy! who thee not cultivate