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Nay rather I Wish his, the end of my knife: Content, for I shall repent it, for this my tongue wralling: Ah pretty prank parnel, the Coushen and Book, Whereon he should read and kneel, are present here look: My Lord when he sees me, he will cast such and eye, As pinch will my heart near ready to die: And thus wise, and thus wise, his hand will be walking With thou precious knave, away get thee packing ¶ Here let him fight. Well I must begun, there is no remedy For fear my tile makes buttons, by mine honesty. In faith it is but for sack of lewdness: But here I burn day light, while thus I am talking A way come Mansipula, let us be walking, By hap or by hazard, we sing or we cry, Then sing let us say so, let sorrow go by. Nay Harken Supseruus, stay I pray Thee, Let us have a song and then have with Thee: What if my Lording, do chance for to miss me, The worst that can happen, is Cudgel will kiss me, In such kind of sweetness, I swear by Gods mother, It will please me better, it were on some other, With thwicke thwack, with thump thump, With bobbing and bum, Our side saddle shoulders shall sheside that does come? Hope so, and hay so, in hazard &c. What if case that cruelty, should bussell me, and iussell Me, And Holywand should tirkle me, for keeping of good company: I'll follow by my honesty, hap Haphazard, bold blind bayard, A fig for his nvrourtesie, that seeks to shun good company. When men will seem misdoubtfully, Without and why, to call and cry. &c. Mass sir, hap did so happen, that my Lord and master, Stayed in behelding and viewing the Pasture. Which when I perceived, what excuse did I make? I came in the cross way, on the nerside the Forlake, Hard by Hodges half aker, at gaffers Millers style. The next way round about, by the space of a mile, Andat Sy mkins side ridge, my Lord stood talking, And angrily to me (quoth he) where hast thou been walking Without any staggering, I had ready my lie, Out at Bridgenredow, and at Benols lease (quoth I) Your fatlings are feeding well Sir, the Gods be praised, A goodly loume of beef on them is all ready raised, The outstep on Francis Fabulator that was never my friend, How passed you Carters hay rock, at long meadow end There might one (quoth he) within this few days, With a cast net had given, mi knaves great assays: Under the Hedge with a pair of new Cards both rip and firdge, Is it true quoth my Lord, will this gear never be left, This causes swearing, and staring, proling and theft: Well (quoth my Lord) take heed least I find it, And so passed his way, and did no more mind it. Come out dog, you speak happily of truth if it be so, By the Gods how ungraciously the vicksen she chatteth,
Plot summary
Plot — Appius and Virginia
Virginius is thankful for his good wife and virtuous daughter. Judge Appius falls in love with Virginia. Instigated by the vice Haphazard, he induces Claudius to help him in a scheme to get her. Claudius lays perjured testimony that Virginia is his own daughter, stolen by Virginius when she was a baby. Appius rules that she must be placed in his own custody until the matter is resolved; once she is under his roof, he will be able to seduce or rape her. Summoned by Appius, Virginia asks for death rather than dishonour, and her father beheads her; he is about to kill himself too when Comfort prevents him. He brings her head to Appius, who calls on Justice and Reward to execute him, but on arrival they accuse Appius himself. He commits suicide in prison. Claudius has his death sentence commuted to banishment at Virginius’ request. Haphazard is hanged. Virginius and the virtues celebrate the memory of his daughter’s chastity.