1 Lays him down upon a bank of flowers.
2 The King and Queen and all are coming down.
3 Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge.
4 Well, sit we down, And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.
5 And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.
6 As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it.'
7 All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down.
8 Sit down awhile, And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen.
9 There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
10 Peace, sit you down, And let me wring your heart, for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not braz'd it so, That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
11 The King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering upspring reels; And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
12 The great man down, you mark his favourite flies, The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies; And hitherto doth love on fortune tend: For who not needs shall never lack a friend, And who in want a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him his enemy.
13 Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week.