Unid. ’Tis said that thou art looking at the Queen,
And wouldst oust Sir Launcelot. Thou art a bold fool.
Dagonet. Nay, nay, ’tis thou sweet Unid rendeth my heart.
Unid. Now art thou a kind fool.
Dagonet. Is the Queen within?
Unid. She sleepeth.
Dagonet. I will sing thee a song. (Sings.)
It rose upon the month o’ May,
When woods were filled with laughter,
Came Margery tripping up the way,
And Jock a stealing after.
(To spirit.) Away! away!