300 MASTER SKYLARK

And here’s a rouse to all kind hearts
Wherever they be found;

For it is the throb of kindred hearts
Doth make the world go round!”

“Why, Will,” said Master Burbage, slowly setting down
his glass, “’t is altogether a midsummer night’s dream.”

“So it is, Dick,” answered Master Shakspere, with a
smile, and a far-away look in his eyes. “Come, Nicholas,
wilt thou not sing for us just the last few little lines of
‘When Thou Wakest,’ out of the play?”

Then Nick stood up quietly, for they all were his good
friends there, and Master Drayton held his hand while he
sang:

“Every man shall take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill,
Nought shall go ill,
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well!”

They were very still for a little while after he had done,
and the setting sun shone in at the windows across the
table. Then Master Shakspere said gently, “It is a good
place to end.”

“ Ay,” said Master Jonson, “it is.”

So they all got up softly and went out into the garden,
where there were seats under the trees among the rose-
bushes, and talked quietly among themselves, saying not
much, yet meaning a great deal.

But Nick and Cicely said “Good-night, sirs,” to them
all, and bowed; and Master Shakspere himself let them