And have a concert of confusion made?"—"Siege of Rhodes," p. 4.
[50] In ridicule of this:—
"Naker. Hark, my Damilcar, we are call'd below.
Dam. Let us go, let us go:
Go to relieve the care,
Of longing lovers in despair.
Naker. Merry, merry, merry, we sail from the east,
Half tippled at a rainbow feast.
Dam. In the bright moonshine, while winds whistle loud,
Tivy, tivy, tivy, we mount and we fly,