Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some 155 of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.
Cel. That’s no matter: the feet might bear the verses.
Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame and could not bear themselves without the verse and therefore stood lamely in the verse.
160 Cel. But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name should be hanged and carved upon these trees?
[162] Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder [163] before you came; for look here what I found on a palm-tree. [164] I was never so be-rhymed since Pythagoras’ time, 165 that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember.
Cel. Trow you who hath done this?
Ros. Is it a man?
[168] Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck. [169] Change you colour?
170 Ros. I prithee, who?
Cel. O Lord, Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes and so encounter.