VAN. Nay, pleaseth then your pleasant fantasy
To hear them plead in musical harmony?
FOR. It liketh me.
PROD. None better.
TEN. Well, though my singing be but homely,
Chill sing and spring[390] too, ere chud loose money.
VAN. Well, to it, a God's name; let saying go than;[391]
And each sing for himself the best he can.
The Song.
PROD. The princely heart, that freely spends,
Relieves full many a thousand more,
He getteth praise, he gaineth friends,
And people's love procures therefore.
But pinching fist, that spareth all,
Of due relief the needy robs:
Nought can be caught, where nought doth fall,
There comes no good of greedy cobs.
This issue therefore do I make:
The best deserver draw the stake.
TEN. Whilst thou dost spend with friend and foe,
At home che hold the plough by th' tail:
Che dig, che delve, che zet, che zow,
Che mow, che reap, che ply my flail.
A pair of dice is thy delight,
Thou liv'st for most part by the spoil:
I truly labour day and night
To get my living by my toil.
Chill therefore sure this issue make:
The best deserver draw the stake_.
VAN. Hallo! satis disputatum.
TEN. Nay, by my father's soul, friend, now chave once begun,
Let him to't, che pass not when che done.