life?
Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
Sir And. Ay, ay: I care not for good life.
Clo. [Sings]
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay [and hear]; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in [lovers] meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.