corebus:Come wench, are we almost at the well.
zelanto:Ay, Corebus we are almost at the Well now, ile go fetch some water: sit downe while I dip my pitcher in.
voyce:Gently dip: but not too deepe;
For feare you make the goulden beard to weepe.

A head comes up with eares of Corne, and she combes them in her lap.

Faire maiden white and red,
Combe me smoothe, and stroke my head:
And thou shalt have some cockell bread.
Gently dippe, but not too deepe,
For feare thou make the goulden beard to weep.
Faire maide, white and redde,
Combe me smooth, and stroke my head;
And every haire, a sheave shall be,
And every sheave a goulden tree.