WILL.
Thou knowest that a falcon soars high, and stoops low:
So doth Pleasure.
WIT.
But what's the word?
WILL. Pour temps, for time.
WIT.
A very pretty one: I would it were in rhyme.
WEALTH.
In rhyme, Wit! why so?
WIT.
Because it wants reason.
WILL.
Look for my fist, Wit, if ye rap out such treason.
WIT.
Treason to what, boy?
WILL.
To my master's bird.
WIT.
Now, Will, my thumb wags: it was but to his word.