Made me to these ill courses take,
The which I still am in, alas!
MOONEN
I bethink me, my love and solace,
That to go thither will little bestead.
Know your aunt is three years dead.
EMMA
What say ye, dead?
MOONEN
Yea, it is so.
Made me to these ill courses take,
The which I still am in, alas!
MOONEN
I bethink me, my love and solace,
That to go thither will little bestead.
Know your aunt is three years dead.
EMMA
What say ye, dead?
MOONEN
Yea, it is so.