sola

By my soul , a swain , a most simple clown .
Lord , Lord , how the ladies and I have put him
down .
O’ my troth , most sweet jests , most incony vulgar
wit ,
When it comes so smoothly off , so obscenely , as it
were , so fit .
Armado o’ th’ one side , O , a most dainty man !
To see him walk before a lady and to bear her fan .
To see him kiss his hand , and how most sweetly he
will swear .
And his page o’ t’ other side , that handful of wit !
Ah heavens , it is a most pathetical nit .

Sola , sola !

Sola , sola ! Wo ha , ho ! Sola , sola !

Sola ! Did you see Master Lorenzo ? Master
Lorenzo , sola , sola !

Sola ! Where , where ?