Act 2, Scene 4

Question 1

Duke:

Ay; prithee, sing.

Answer 1

(Song) “Come Away Death”

Question 2

Duke:

There’s for thy pains.

Answer 2

No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Question 3

Duke:

I’ll pay for thy pleasure then.

Answer 3

Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.

Question 4

Duke:

Give me now leave to leave thee.

Answer 4

Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make they doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, and their business might be everything and their intent everywhere: for that’s it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.

Question 5

Duke:

…and dallies with the innocence of love, like the old age.

Answer 5

Are you ready, sir?