Of all my charms to Bright next session;
I’ll face two several deaths with joy,
So fate but spare my broad-brimm’d boy.
Derby. What if our ancient love awoke
And bound us with its golden yoke;
If Diz were sent some Indian venture,
And Gladdy his old place re-enter?
Gladdy. Bright as the Morning Star is B.,
Thou rougher than the Adrian Sea,
And fickle as light bark; yet I