Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick,
quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
Go, ye giddy goose.
[The music plays.]
Now I perceive the Devil understands Welsh;
And 'tis no marvel he's so humorous.
By'r Lady, he's a good musician.
Then should you be nothing but musical; for you are
altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear
the lady sing in Welsh.
I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
Wouldst thou have thy head broken?
Then be still.
(An Rí Anraí IV, Cuid a hAon, Shakespeare)