Song.

When as the Rie reach to the chin,

And chopcherrie,[1034] chopcherrie ripe within,

Strawberries swimming in the creame,

And schoole boyes playing in the streame:70

Then O, then O, then O my true love said,

Till that time come againe,

Shee could not live a maid.

Ant. This sport dooes well: but me thinkes, Gammer, a merry winters tale would drive away the time trimly. Come, I am sure 75 you are not without a score.

Fantast. I faith, Gammer, a tale of an howre long were as good as an howres sleepe.