Or if it please you, walk for your repose,
Or sit, or if you will, go pluck a rose:
Either of which shall be indifferent
To your good friend and Humphrey, whose consent
Is so entangled ever to your will,
As the poor harmless horse is to the mill.
Luce. Faith and you say the word, we'll e'en sit down,
And take a nap.
Hum. 'Tis better in the town,
Where we may nap together; for believe me,