Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so;
To die, even when they to perfection grow!
[Re-enter] Curio and Clown.
Duke. O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
And the [free] maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And [dallies] with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.