Seeing that the mysterious stranger hath either gone mute or fallen deade, I shall gladly, for now, leave combat for a gentler exercise, milady.
Ye lords and ladies, serfs and dames,
'Tis time, my friends, for merry games!
A Frolick our goode Queene doth hold
For lad and lass, for young and old!
Good Peasants, set aside thy toil;
Such gentle stewards of the soil
Shouldst leave, at least, a day or two
Aside to laugh and play and woo.
Faire Nobles, quit your crowne and throne
And sit beside a nobler One.
T'would be mighty detriment
If you spurned off such merriment.
To rich and poore our Queene extends
Her hands, to make thee all her friends.
And so, good subjects, help us raise
A Frolick worthy to be praised!