Sir F. Some music, there! None lead the bride a dance?

Sir C. Yes, would she dance The Shaking of the Sheets;

But that's the dance her husband means to lead her.

Wen. That,'s not the dance that every man must dance,

According to the ballad.

Sir F. Music, ho!

By your leave, sister, — by your husband's leave

I should have said, — the hand that but this day

Was given you in the church I'll borrow. — Sound !

This marriage music hoists me from the ground.

Frank. Ay, you may caper; you are light and free !

Marriage hath yok'd my heels; pray, then, par- don me.

Sir F. I'll have you dance too, brother !

**Sir C. ** Master