2.
The beasts do skip,
The sweet birds sing;
The wood-nymphs dance,
The echoes ring.
3. The hollow caves with joy resounds, And pleasure ev'rywhere abounds; The Graces, linking hand in hand, In love have knit a glorious band.
Enter ROBIN GOODFELLOW, old PLOD-ALL, and his son PETER.
PLOD-ALL.
Hear you, Master Goodfellow, how have you sped?
PETER PLOD-ALL.
Ha' you played the devil bravely, and feared the scholar out on's wits?
ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
A pox of the scholar!
PLOD-ALL.
Nay, hark you: I sent you vorty shillings, and you shall have the cheese
I promised you too.
ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
A plague of the vorty shillings, and the cheese too!
PETER PLOD-ALL.
Hear you, will you give me the powder you told me of?
ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
How you vex me! Powder, quotha? zounds, I have been powdered.