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'Tis I, who come to serenade your lilies, and pay my devoir to your ro-o-oses !

I am coming down !

How come these two virtuosi here ?

'Tis for a wager I won of D'Assoucy. We were disputing a nice point in grammar ; contradictions raged hotly - 'Tis so !' 'Nay, 'tis so !' when suddenly he shows me these two long-shanks, whom he takes about with him as an escort, and who are skilful in scratching lute-strings with their skinny claws ! 'I will wager you a day's music,' says he ! - And lost it ! Thus, see you, till Phoebus' chariot starts once again, these lute-twangers are at my heels, seeing all I do, hearing all I say, and accompanying all with melody ! 'Twas pleasant at the first, but i' faith, I begin to weary of it already !

Ho there ! go serenade Montfleury for me ! Play a dance to him !

I have come, as is my wont, nightly, to ask Roxane whether. ..

Play a long time, - and play out of tune !