CHAP. IV.] THE THIRD DAY. 121 



But oh ! the green sickness 

 Soon changed her likeness ; 

 And all her beauty did fail. 

 But 'tis not so, 

 With those that go, 

 Through frost and snow, 

 As all men know, 

 And carry the milking-pail. 



Pise. Well sung. Good woman ! I thank you. I'll give 

 you another dish of fish one of these days ; and then beg 

 another song of you. Come, scholar ! let Maudlin alone : 

 do not you offer to spoil her voice. 1 Look ! yonder comes 

 mine hostess to call us to supper. How now ! is my brother 

 Peter come ? 



Hostess. Yes, and a friend with him. They are both glad 

 to hear that you are in these parts ; and long to see you ; 

 and long to be at supper, for they be very hungry. 



1 It seems pretty clear that Venator, after the second song- charmed 

 Avith the maidenly innocence, and probably beauty, of the young woman 

 for we are told that she is handsome offers to kiss her ; and that Fiscal or, 

 an elder and more discreet man, checks him, lest he should offend her by 

 too great familiarity. Such is the decorum observable in this elegant 

 work. H. 



