Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding.
Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are a-breeding.
Dum. How follows that?
Biron.
Fit in his place and time.
Dum. In reason nothing.
Biron.
Something, then, in rhyme.
100 King. Biron is like an envious sneaping frost,
That bites the first-born infants of the spring.