You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.
There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
The sea all water, yet receives rain still,And in abundance addeth to his store,So thou being rich in will add to thy willOne will of mine to make thy large will more.
All the world's a stage.
Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.
I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy.
Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with some delight?