Duke Sen.
Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,^{1 note}



And let him feed.

Orla.
I thank you most for him.

Adam.
So had you need,
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke Sen.
Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing.
Amiens sings. SONG.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
  As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,^{2 note}

Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly;
Most friendship is feigning; most loving meer folly:
  Then heigh ho, the holly!
  This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
  As benefits forgot:
Tho' thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
  As friend remembred not.
Heigh ho! sing, &c.

Duke Sen.
If that you were the good Sir Rowland's Son,
As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness,
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke,
That lov'd your Father. The residue of your fortune
Go to my cave and tell me. Good old Man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy master is.
—Support him by the arm; give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt.

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