Page 1939 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Although thy breath be rude. [180]
Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh-ho, the holly,

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, [185]
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot.

Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp,
As friend remember’d not. [190]
Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly,
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

Then heigh-ho the holly,
This life is most jolly.

DUKE SENIOR
If that you were the good Sir Rowland’s son, [195]
As you have whisper’d faithfully you were,

And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Most truly limn’d and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I am the duke
That lov’d your father. The residue of your fortune, [200]

Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man,
Thou art right welcome as thy master is.
Support him by the arm. Give me your hand
And let me all your fortunes understand.

Exeunt.