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The glad circle round them yield their souls
To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall.
The glad circle round them yield their souls
To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall.
Hostess, clap to the doors. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of read more
Hostess, clap to the doors. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good
fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? Shall we have
a play extempore.
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a.
A merry heart goes all read more
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were read more
(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were born in a merry hour.
(Beatrice:) No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.
