Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
[189] As friend remember’d not.
190 Heigh-ho! sing, &c.
Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Rowland’s son,
As you have whisper’d faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Most truly limn’d and living in your face,
195 Be truly welcome hither: I am the Duke
That loved your father: the residue of your fortune,