MANSIPULA

What drake nosed drivel, begin you to flout. Zle fry you in a faggot stick, by cock goodman lout You boaster you bragger, you brawling knave: Zle pay thee thy fortypence, thou brawling slave: My Ladies great business belike is at end, When you goodman dawcocke, lust for to weened, You, codshed you crackerope, you chattering pie, Have with you, have at you, your manhood to try. Draw it, give Me it, I will it receive, So that for the place it, I might have good leave, By the Gods: but for losing my land, life, and living, It should be so placed, he should have ill thriving: And he even as knavishly, my answer he patteth, Thou knave, but for thee, ere this time of day, My Ladies fair Pue, had been strawed full gay: With Primroses, Cowslips, and Violets sweet: With Mints, and with Marigolds, and Margerum meet, Which now lies uncleanly and all long of Thee, That a shame recompense thee, for hindering me, Body of me, hold if you can, What will you kill such a proper man? I never herd one so ra cke of rudeness, We dare not tarry, by God we swear. We can be but beaten that is the worst, What how Mansipulus, thou knave art thou cursed My lord stands talking and I gape for Thee, Come away with a wannion, run hast and High, ¶ If case that my Lady, do threaten my case, No cause to contrary, but bear his a space, Until she draw home lo, where so she will use me, As Doctors does doubt it, how I should excuse me, With thwicke thwack, with thump thump, With bobbing and bum, Our side saddle shoulders shall sheilde that does come. Hope so, and hap so, in hazard &c. Never was that ministers, so furious nor curious, Nor yet his bloes so boisterous, nor rosterous, nor dolorous, But sure I would venturous, hap Haphazard, bold blind bayard A fig for his uncourtesy, that seeks to shun good company. When men will seem misdoubtfully, Without and why, to call and crew. &c. Contented Mansipulus, have with thee with speed, Yea, but I was in worse case by Saint Jhon, My Lady in Church was set full douout, And hearing my coming she turned about: But as soon as I herd his snappishly sound, In this sort I crouched me down to the ground, And mannerly Maud, as though I were sad, As soon as the Pue then strawed I had, She gave me a wink, and frowardly frown, Whereby I do judge, she would cougell my gown: Then I did devise, a pretty fine prank, A mean whereby to pick me a thank: Of Margery Mildon the maid of the Milk house, And stainer the stutter the guide of the store house, Then was my Ladies anger well gone, And will be so still, and the truth be not known.