my lady’s face, But chiefly to take thence from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his shroud; where, as they say, it were not night. See how she leans her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven bless her. You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls. [_Music plays, and they dance._] More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire of your nine