Proud love doth pass him by.
Heigho, Folly--Folly, ho!
Poor Fool may love--and die.

"Though Wisdom should in motley go,
And fools the wise man ape;
Who is there that shall Wisdom know
Beneath a 'scalloped cape?
Heigho, Folly--Folly, ho!
Life is but sorry jape.

"So, hey, Folly--Folly, ho!
And here's a song o' Folly,
All 'neath the sun
Do gladly run
Away from Melancholy."

The singing done, she viewed him kinder-eyed,
Till eyes met eyes--when she did pout and frown,
And chid him that his song was something sad,
And vowed so strange a Fool was never seen.
Then did she question him in idle wise
As, who he was and whence he came and why?
Whereto the Duke--


My daughter GILLIAN interposeth:

GILL: