[007] For. Yes, sir.
Jaq. Sing it: ’tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.
Song.
For.
[010] What shall he have that kill’d the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
[012] Then sing him home: [The rest shall bear this burden.
[013] Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
It was a crest ere thou wast born:
015 Thy father’s father wore it,