Dislaf. O, cruel man! where are you going?
Sad are my wants, my rent is owing.
Bombas. I go, I go, all comfort scorning;
Some death I'll die before the morning.
Distaf. Heigho, heigho! sad is that warning—
Oh, do not die before the morning!
King. I'll follow him, all danger scorning;
He shall not die before the morning.
Bombas. I go, I go, &c.
Distaf. Heigho, heigho, &c.