Vic. Thou com’st between me and those books too often!
I see thy face in every thing I see!
The paintings in the chapel wear thy looks,
The canticles are changed to sarabands,
And with the learned doctors of the schools
I see thee dance cachuchas.
Pre. In good sooth,
I dance with the learned doctors of the schools
To-morrow morning.
Vic. And with whom, I pray?