To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals.
There will we make our peds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow—
Mercy on me, I have a great dispositions to cry.
[Sings.]
Melodious birds sing madrigals—
Whenas I sat in Pabylon—
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Enter Simple.
SIMPLE
Yonder he is, coming this way, Sir Hugh.
EVANS.
He’s welcome.
[Sings.] To shallow rivers, to whose falls—
Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he?
SIMPLE.
No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over the stile, this way.
EVANS.
Pray you, give me my gown—or else keep it in your arms.
Enter Page, Shallow and Slender.