A solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls:-Meantime, sweet sister, [Exeunt Officers. Antonio, thou hast well deserved our thanks: Thy kind protection of Cesario's person, (Although thou knew'st not then for whom thou fought'st,) Merits our favour: Henceforth, be forgotten For so you shall be, while you are a man ; The Clown sings. When that I was and a little tiny boy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, But when I came, alas! to wive, But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, [Exeunt. THE END. |