Does not our lives consist of the four elements?

SIR AND. Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.

SIR TO. Th' art a scholar; let us therefore eat and drink. Marian, I say, a stoup of wine!

 

Enter Clown.

 

SIR AND. Here comes the fool, i' faith.

CLO. How now, my hearts? Did you never see the picture of ›we three‹?

SIR TO. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.

SIR AND. By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Queubus. 'Twas very good, i' faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman; hadst it?

CLO. I did impeticos thy gratillity; for Malvolio's nose is no whipstock. My lady has a white hand, and the Mermidons are no bottle-ale houses.

SIR AND. Excellent! Why, this is the best fooling, when all is done. Now a song.

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 life?

SIR TO. A love-song, a love-song.

SIR AND. Ay, ay. I care not for good life.

 

Clown 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.

SIR AND. Excellent good, i' faith.

SIR TO. Good, good.

 

Clown [sings].

 

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure.

In delay there lies no plenty,

Then come kiss me sweet and twenty;

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

SIR AND. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.

SIR TO. A contagious breath.

SIR AND. Very sweet and contagious, i' faith.

SIR TO.