Most daintie musicke? Mop.

There was rare musicke.

Nay I will be indebted to your eares Ladie for hearing me sound musicke.

Now of her smiles, with which their soules they feede, Like gods with nectar in their bankets free; Now of her lookes, which like to cordials bee; 250 But when her words embássade* forth she sends, Lord, how sweete musicke that unto them lends!