grief cures with another’s languish: Take thou that. Live, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt say Ay, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here 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 grievances, Or else beshrew them both. Therefore, out of such sweet sorrow That I reviv’d, and was an emperor. Ah me, how sweet is love