With untaught hand and with untuned heart.
Fond hearts, farewell, that swallow'd have my youth;
Adieu, vain muses, that have wrought my ruth;
Repent, fond sire, that train'dst thy hapless son
In learning's lore, since bounteous alms are done.
Cease, cease, harsh tongue: untuned music, rest;
Entomb thy sorrows in thy hollow breast.

STUDIOSO.
Thanks, Philomusus, for thy pleasant song.
O, had this world a touch of juster grief,
Hard rocks would weep for want of our relief.

PHILOMUSUS.
The cold of woe hath quite untun'd my voice,
And made it too-too hard for list'ning ear:
Time was, in time of my young fortune's spring,
I was a gamesome boy, and learn'd to sing--
But say, fellow-musicians, you know best whither we go: at what door
must we imperiously beg?

JACK FIDDLERS.
Here dwells Sir Raderic and his son. It may be now at this good time of
new year he will be liberal. Let us stand near, and draw.

PHILOMUSUS.
Draw, callest thou it? Indeed, it is the most desperate kind of service
that ever I adventured on.

ACTUS V., SCAENA 2.

_Enter the two_ PAGES.

SIR RADERIC'S PAGE.
My master bids me tell you that he is but newly fallen asleep, and you,
base slaves, must come and disquiet them! What, never a basket of
capons? mass, and if he comes, he'll commit you all.

AMORETTO'S PAGE.
Sirrah Jack, shall you and I play Sir Raderic and Amoretto, and reward
these fiddlers? I'll my Master Amoretto, and give them as much as he
useth.

SIR RADERIC'S PAGE.
And I my old Master Sir Raderic. Fiddlers, play. I'll reward you; faith,
I will.

AMORETTO'S PAGE.
Good faith, this pleaseth my sweet mistress admirably. Cannot you play
_Twitty, twatty, fool_? or, _To be at her, to be at her_?

SIR RADERIC'S PAGE.
Have you never a song of Master Dowland's making?

AMORETTO'S PAGE.
Or, _Hos ego versiculos feci_, &c. A pox on it! my Master Amoretto
useth it very often: I have forgotten the verse.

SIR RADERIC'S PAGE.
Sir Theon,[131] here are a couple of fellows brought before me, and I
know not how to decide the cause: look in my Christmas-book, who brought
me a present.

AMORETTO'S PAGE.
On New-Year's day, goodman Fool brought you a present; but goodman Clown
brought you none.

SIR RADERIC'S PAGE.
Then the right is on goodman Fool's side.

AMORETTO'S PAGE.
My mistress is so sweet, that all the physicians in the town cannot make
her stink; she never goes to the stool. O, she is a most sweet little
monkey