and twenty years; and then anon Drums in his mistress’ circle, Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had a better love to berhyme her: Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gypsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not my child, Dead art thou. Alack, my child is dead, and I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. I’ll to my bed, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Come cords, come Nurse, I’ll to my study.—By-and-by.—God’s will, What