is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the

[Myrmidons] are no bottle-ale houses.

Sir And. Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when

all is done. Now, a song.

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Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have

a song.

Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight

[give a]—

Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good