DOBINET

But I wot not when ̄ . Shortly Speak to them: of mine office he shall have a cast. Yes whither our master speak earnest or board. Oft is he a wower, but never does he speed. With Nobs nicebecetur miserere fond. WHere is the house I go to, before or behind? I know not where nor when nor how I shall it find. If I had ten men's bodies and legs and strength, This trotting that I have must needs lame at length. And now that my master is new set on wowyng, I trust there shall none of us find lack of doing: Two pair of shoes a day will now be too little To serve me, I must Trot to and from so . Go bear me this token, carry me this letter, Now this is the best way, now that way is better. Up before day sirs, I charge you, and hour , Trudge, do me this message, and bring w de quick again, If one miss but a minute, then his arms and wounds, I would not have slacked for ten thousa worser pounds. Nay see I beseech you, if my most trusty page, Go not now about to nder my marriage, So eruent hot wowyng, and so far from Winning, I trow never was any creature living, With every woman is he in some loves pang, Then up to our lut at midnight, twangled twang, Then twang with our sonnets, and twang with our dumps, And beyho gh from our heart, as heavy as led lumps: Then to our recorder with toodleloodle p pe As the howlet out of and ivy should h pe. Anon to our gittern, through ple thrumpledum thrum, Thrumpledum, thrumpledu ̄ , thrumpledum, thrum ̄ pledum thrum. Of Songs and Ballads also he is a maker, And that can he as finely do as Jack Raker, Yea and extempore will he dities compose, Foolish Marsias never made the Like I suppose, Yet must we sing them, as good stuff I undertake, As for such a pen man is well sitting to make. Ah for these long nights, heigh how, when will it be day? I fear ere I come she will be wowed away. Then when answer is made that it may not been, Oh death why thou not? by and by (say he) But then, from his heart to put away sorrow, He is as far in with some new love next morrow. But in the mean season we trudge and we trot, From dayspring to midnyght, I fit not, nor rest not. And now am I sent to dame Christian Constance: But I fear it will end with a mock for pastance. I bring his a ring, with a token in aclo to, And by all guess, this san is his house out of worser ut . I know it now perfect I am in my right way. And lo yond the old nurse that was with us last day. God you save and see nurse, and how is it with you? For me? Why so? Yes, and he would know if you have for him spoken. And prays you to deliver this ring and to ken. He will thank you woma ̄ . I ween I am a prophet, this gear will prove blank: But what should I home again without answer go? It were better go to Room on my head than so. I will tarry here this month, but some of the house Shall take it of me, and then I care not a louse. But yonder comes forth a w nche or a lad, If he have not one Lumbardes touch, my luck is bade. Whither is it better that I speak to him turst, Or he first to me, it is good to cast the w to. If I begin first, he will smell all my purpose, Otherwise I shall not need any king to disclose He comes to me It is hereabout wis. Yea, but whither you can help me or no, I doubt. I seek to one mistress Constance house here dwelling. Is there any of that name here but he? A Widow she is trow. But insured to and husband. And I dwell with his husband that to be. I than ̄ k you mistress maids. I am at all assays. I have first for my master and errand or two. But I have here from him a taken and a ring, They shall have most thank of his that first does it bring So my hands are rid of it: I care for no more. I may now return home: so burst I not afore. It will cover me to the shoulders well now. Down with this little quean, that hath at me such spite, Save you from his master, it is a very sprite. Call you these your from ̄ ds?