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me see: [40]
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;
And being once subdued in armèd tail,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths: [45]
As many as be here of Pandar’s hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar’s fall;

Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, [50]
Some two months hence my will shall here be made;

It should be now, but that my fear is this:
Some gallèd goose of Winchester would hiss.
Till then I’ll sweat, and seek about for eases,
And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [55]

Exit.