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 That thou shalt say thyself 'tis rare, And title me without compare. Chor. Lay by a while your pipes, and rest, Since both have here deserved best.

I'll play thee such another strain That thou shalt swear my pipe does reign Over thine oat as sovereign. [He sings Chor. And Lalage shall tell by this, Whose now the prize and wager is.

1. Give me the prize. 2. The day is mine.

And hadst thou wager'd twenty kine, They were mine own. Lal. In love combine. Chor. And lay ye down your pipes together, As weary, not o'ercome by either.

And lay ye down your pipes. The original edition reads And lay we down our pipes.

'Tis not the walls or purple that defends A prince from foes, but 'tis his fort of friends.

As many laws and lawyers do express Nought but a kingdom's ill-affectedness; Even so, those streets and houses do but show Store of diseases where physicians flow.