O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!
I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!