And never be we mute.
Exit the harvest men.[1091]
Enter Huanebango and Corebus the clowne.[1092]
Frol. Soft, who have we here? 505
Old w. O this is a cholerick gentleman; all you that love your lives, keepe out of the smell of his two-hand sworde: nowe goes he to the conjurer.
Fant. Me thinkes the Conjurer should put the foole into a jugling boxe. 510
Huan. Fee, fa, fum,[1093] here is the Englishman,
Conquer him that can, came for his lady bright,
To proove himselfe a knight,
And win her love in fight.