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THE SAD SHEPHERD.
To cut the table out o' the green sword,
Or any other service for my lord;
To carve the guests large seats; and these lain in
With turf, as soft and smooth as the mole's skin:
And hang the bulled nosegays 'bove their heads,[1]
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The piper's bank, whereon to sit and play;
And a fair dial to mete out the day.
Our master's feast shall want no just delights,
His entertainments must have all the rites.

Much. Ay, and all choice that plenty can send in:
Bread, wine, acates, fowl, feather, fish or fin,
For which my father's nets have swept the Trent—

Enter Æglamour.

Æg. And have you found her?

Much. Whom?

Æg. My drowned love,
Earine! the sweet Earine,
The bright and beautiful Earine!
Have you not heard of my Earine?
Just by your father's mill—I think I am right—
Are not you Much the miller's son?

Much. I am.

Æg. And bailiff to brave Robin Hood?

Much. The same.

Æg. Close by your father's mills, Earine,
Earine was drown'd! O my Earine!

  1. And hang the bulled nosegays 'bove their heads.} Bulled, or bolled, signifies swelled, ready to break its inclosure; the bulled nosegays therefore are nosegays of flowers full blown. Whal.
    After "heads" a line appears from the context to be wanting; perhaps it was lost at the press.