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¶And can you laugh at this conceit, then I will make make you smile When time and place shall serve again, for us to talk a while, But now let us be packing hence, our Dame may think us long, She will forsooth give us the right, if we give her the wrong. ¶Not much Madam he is not soont to break his promise joust, ¶It is he in very deed. ¶Those things which you gave me in charge, My self have done them to. ¶Ye forsooth. ¶I warrant him that must come here must stand awhile and knock. ¶To laugh sometime is medsonable, therefore thou mayest do well, Thy merry thought to utter now, that time does serve to tell. ¶You say but true and to it then, for losing of the time, My Mother is a Farmers wife, her maids do serve her swine, But here you what, if I again were at my country home, I would not leap thus to the court, to fit there like a mome. For pleasure more is in one hour, there with our Gill and Jack, Then here is in five hundred years, for nothing there does lack, There had I for to run abroad my free and youthly will, Here may we not once peep for fear, our mouths are shut up still, I nothing doubt but when I shall, to mother make my moan, For lack of talk my tongue and lips together will be grown, Well change I would this my straight life, I tell you for my part, And he that brought me to the court beshrew his naked heart. ¶Well we must now, and therefore peace, and let us go our way, For we it is that must account which way we spend the day. ¶Me thinks this matter very strange, and sounds not like a truth My Mistress virtue all the world have noted from her youth.