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dead. What frightens you? Call out your laughing friends.
Come let us laugh, dance, sing, and joke and play,
Thus pass our time, joy comes not every day.
Mad. Dance! no, by my faith, I cannot. See how I tremble.
2d Moun. Come, come; take each a partner for the dance.
[Dance—Stop to refresh themselves.
Cap. Are we at liberty! The time hath past
Moun. Away, ye are free.
[Exit Soldiers—Mountaineers about departing.
Mad. Must you go? Well, well, I'll wait awhile for your return, ere I attempt to wed; a dozen hours perhaps: [Goes to the door of the hut.] Say, mother, shall I wait that age for our brave guest?
Old Woman. [Comes forward.] Aye, aye, child, I waited long enough for your old father; heaven rest his soul.
Mad. Well, then, good friend, I'll promise you, and like some ancient pagan, prize a brazen image.