And wear a ring

And age his youth with sorrow;

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When to be a fool

Is to go to school

To Happy-go-luck-to-morrow?

Vivien. Aye Dagonet, thou art indeed a happy fool.

Wilt thou shew me how to make love?

Dagonet. (Kneels in mock humility) Sweet Vivien, I am thy knight.

Vivien. Is it all thou canst say?

Dagonet. What would’st thou have more?

Vivien. Oh lover’s talk.

Dagonet. Thou meanest as lovers speak?

Vivien. Yea.

Dagonet. After wedding or afore, sweet Vivien?

Vivien. Afore, of course, stupid fool.

Dagonet. (Folds his hands and recites solemnly.)

Butter frups and mumble rings,

Whirligigs and winter-greens,

Turnip-tops and other things, I love thee!

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