And the next cut to this shows us the Bridegroom and Bride walking through an apartment hung with arras, while before them dances Death, beating a tabor, like a child beside himself with joy.

Skip it, and trip it, nimbly, nimbly, Tickle it, tickle it, lustily, Strike up the tabor, for the wenches favour, Tickle it, tickle it, lustily.

At the last, she took the tabor from Abdalla's hand, and held it out like those who dance for money.