JAILER.
Come, your love Palamon stays for you, child,
And has done this long hour, to visit you.
DAUGHTER.
I thank him for his gentle patience;
He’s a kind gentleman, and I am much bound to him.
Did you ne’er see the horse he gave me?
JAILER.
Yes.
DAUGHTER.
How do you like him?
JAILER.
He’s a very fair one.
DAUGHTER.
You never saw him dance?
JAILER.
No.
DAUGHTER.
I have often.
He dances very finely, very comely,
And for a jig, come cut and long tail to him,
He turns ye like a top.
JAILER.
That’s fine, indeed.
DAUGHTER.
He’ll dance the morris twenty mile an hour,
And that will founder the best hobby-horse
If I have any skill in all the parish,
And gallops to the tune of “Light o’ love.”
What think you of this horse?