We will give one more scrap of Mr. Halliwell's text: "Yfaith, why then, caprichious mirth, Skip, light moriscoes, in our frolick blond, Flagg'd veines, sweete, plump with fresh-infused joyes!" which Marston, doubtless, wrote thus: "I'faith, why then, capricious Mirth, Skip light moriscoes in our frolic blood!

[kk] Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, Who sleeps on brambles, till he kills his man; Some frolick drunkard, reeling from a feast, Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest.

Her alter'd heart, of late so drear, Then seem'd a faery land, Where nymphs and rosy loves appear On margin green of fountain clear, And frolick hand in hand.

"Or, if Arabiarather say, Where some delicious spring Remurmurs to the leaves that play Mid palm and date and flow'ret gay, On zephyr's frolick wing.