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I told you I, we should wow and other wife. He is in by the week, we shall have sport anon. I will make as I saw him not, he does me seek. I will not hear him, but make as I had haste, Farewell all my good friends, the time away doth waste, And the tide they say, tarrieth for no man. God keep Thee worshipful Master Roister Doister, And fare well the lusty Master Roister Doister. Within a month or two I will be here again, Negligence in great affairs you know may mar all. I have take my leave, and the tide is well spent. Then to serve your turn I will some pains take, And let all mine own affairs alone for your sake. Then can you not do amiss what ever it been. But up with that heart, and speak out Like a ram, You speak Like a Capon that had the cough now: Be of good cheer, anon you shall do well enough. So lo, that is a breast to blow out a candle. But what is this great matter I would feign know, We shall find remedy therefore I trow. Do you lack money? you know mine old offers, You have always a key to my purse and coffers. You gyve unto me: I must needs to you lend. That knew I right well when I made offer so large. But it is no such matter. That thing know all men ever since you overthrew, The fellow of the Lion which Hercules slew. But what is it than? Ah this foolish a love, wilt near let us alone? But because you were refused the last day, You said you would never more be entangled that way. I would meddle no more, since I find all so unkind. Then are you a good man, and God save your life, And what or who is she, with whom you are in love? Who is it? Yea, you may see you never take me to good cheer with you, If you had, I could have told you his name now. Nay unwise perhaps, but I warrant for mad. Where be the bellows that blew this sudden fire? Yea, but learn this one lesson of me afore, And hundred pound of Marriage money doubtless, Is ever thirty pound sterling, or somewhat less, So that his Thousand pound if she be thrifty, Is much near about two hundred and fifty, Howbeit wowers and Widows are never poor. But I hear she hath made promise to another. I have heard say, I am right well advised, That she hath to Gawyn Goodlucke promised. For I tell thee, she is worth a thousand pound. Yet a fitter wife for your maship might be found: Such a goodly man as you, might get one with land, Beside pounds of gold a thousand and a thousand, And a thousand, and a thousand, and a thousand, And so to the sum of twenty hundred thousand, Your most goodly personage is worthy of no less. Enamoured quod you? have you spied out that? Ah sir, marry now I see you know wh to is what. Enamoured ka? marry sir say that again, But I thought not you had marked it so plain. Yea malky I warrant you as much as they dar . And you will not believe what they say in the street, When your mashyp passes by all such as I meet, That sometime I can scarce find what answer to make. Who is this (say one) sir Lancelot du lake? Who is this, great Cuy of Warwick, say and other? No (say I) it is the thirteenth Hercules brother. Who is this? noble Hector of Troy, say the third? No, but of the same nest (say I) it is a bird. Who is this? great Goliah, Sampson, or Colbrande? No (say I) but it is a bruit of the Alie land. Who is this? great Alexander? or Charle le Maigne? No, it is the tenth Worthy, say I to them again: I know not if I said well. Yea, for there were but nine worthies before you came. To some others, the third Cato I do you call. And so as well as I can I answer them all. Sir I pray you, what lord or great gentleman is this? Master Ralph Roister Doister dame say I, ywis. Oh Lord (say she than) what a goodly man it is, Would Christ I had such a husband as he is. Oh Lord (say some) that the sighed of his face we lack: It is enough for you (say I) to see his back. His face is for ladies of high and noble parages With whom he hardly escapes great marriages. With much more than this, and much otherwise. What should I else sir, it is my duty pardee. Faith sir, and I never had more need of a new coat. Then I trust to bring the day to a good end. For as for mine own part having money inowe, I could live only with the remembrance of you. But now to your Widow whom you love so hot. What if Christian Constance will not have you what? In deed meet it were some body should it break. Too his then Like a man, and be bold forth to start, Wowers never speed well, that have a false heart. In the mean time sir, if you please, I will home, And call your Musicians, for in this your case It would set you forth, and all your wowyng grace, You may not lack your instruments to play and sing. I go. Exeat. COme on sirs apace, and quite your selves Like men, Your pains shall be rewarded. Do your master worship as you have done in time passed. Harpax, look that thou do well too, and thy fellow. Curtsy whooresons, douke you and crouch at every word, For this lies upon his preferment in deed. But with whom is he now so sadly rounding yond? Well mock much of his, and keep his well I vise you. I will take no charge of such a fair piece keeping. What weep on the wedding day? be merry woman, Though I say it, you have chosen a good gentleman. Weep no more lady, you shall be well received. Up with some merry noise sirs, to bring home the bride. Then you intend by night to have his brought. What shall we then do with his? Is she but a nurse of a house? hence home old Trot, Hence at once. Then I am content. Nurse come again, tarry still. Then is't mine own pygs , and blessing on my heart. Back sirs, so: I told you afore you be shent. He is ashamed the numbered of them to show. Een round about him, as many thousand sheep goes, As he and thou and I too, have fingers and toes. Yea and thrice forty to them. I know that: but my mind was on bullocks and steers. Yea and the last Elephant that ever he saw, As the beast passed by, he start out of a busk, And een with pure strength of arms plucked out his great tusk. Nay let his take him Nurse, and fear not the devil. But thus is our song dashed. Sirs you may home again. Couch on your marybones whooresons, down to the ground. Was it meet he should tarry so long in one place Without harmony of Music, some ? Who so hath such bees as your master in his head, Had need to have his spirits with Music to be fed. By your masterships licence. No it was a fools feather had light on your coat. No sir, it was a hair that was fallen from your head. Your gown was foul spotted with the foot of a gnat. How Like you the goodness of this gentleman nurse? The ̄ needs it no me ̄ ding. Whough, dost thou doubt of that? And hundred times more than thou canst devise to crave. The worst kitchen wench shall go in ladies raiment. But are you sure, that your is well enough? Then sing we to dinner. Now say this again: he hath somewhat to doing Which follows the trace of one that is wowyng, Specially that hath no more wit in his head, Than my cou n Roister Doister with all is led. I am sent in all haste to espy and to mark How our letters and tokens are likely to work. Master Roister Doister must have answer in haste For he loves not to spend much labour in waste. Now as for Christian Constance by this light, Though she had not his troth to Gawin Goodluck plighted, Yet rather than with such a loutish dolte to marry, I dare say would live a poor life solitary, But fain would I speak with Constance if I wist how To laugh at the matter, yond comes one forth now. What is he, whom this little mouse does so threaten? I will call his: Maid, with whom are you so hasty? I know where she is: Dobinet hath wrought some wile. We shall have sport anon: I Like this very well. And dwell you here with mistress Constance fair maid? A little message unto his by word of mouth. Then help me to speak with his. I am come to you a little matter to break. How feel you your self affected here of late? Do you f ele no pangs of dotage? a nswere me right. Yea and he is as loving a worm again as a dove. Een of very pity he is Willing you to take, Because you shall not destroy your self for his sake. Nay sure, the party is in good knacking earnest And have you he will (he say) and have you he must. Marry so thinketh he, unto him alone. You know him not by his letter and token. You a woman? and your letter so long vnredde. Ah well I say. Will you never leave this dissimulation? You know him not. Then will he have you if he may, so mote I thrive, And he bids you send him word by me, That you humbly beseech him, you may his wife be, And that there shall be no let in you nor strust, But to be wedded on sunday next if he lust, And bids you to look for him. When he comes, ask him whither he did or no? He hath in his head. Well dame Constance, if he hear you thus play choploge. Then let me alone we will l ugh well you shall see, It will not be long ere he will hither resort. Now that the whole answer in my devise does rest, I shall paint out our wower in colours of the best. And all that I say shall be on Custances mouth, She is author of all that I shall speak forsooth. But yond comes Roister Doister now in a trance. I will not see him, but give him a I tte in deed. I cry your mastershyp mercy. As fast as I could run sir in post against you. But why speak you so saintly, or why are you so sad? Hast thou a flat answer? No but that you wow his to have his to your wife, But I could not stop his mouth. Be of good cheer man, and let the world pass. You shall have choice of a thousand as good as she, And you must pardon his, it is for lack of wit. How feel your soul to God. And shall we hence straight? Hold your peace for shame sir, a dead man may not speak. Nequando: What mourners and what torches shall we have? Requiem aeternam. Now God reward your mastershyp. And I w ll cry halfpenny dole for your worship. Come forth sirs, hear the doleful news I shall you tell. Evocat servo militis. Our good master here will no longer with us dwell, But in spite of Constance, which hath him wearied, Let us see his mashyp solemnly buried. And while some piece of his soul is yet him within, Some partly of his funerals let us here begin. Audivi vocem, All men take heed by this one gentleman, How you set your love upon and unkind woman. For these women be all such mad pieuishe elves, They will not be won except it please them selves. But in faith Constance if ever you come in hell, Master Roister Doister shall serve you as well. And will you needs go from us thus in very deed? I will rub your temples, and fette you again at last. Then shall you revive again for and hour or two. Good happen is not hasty: yet in space cometh grace, To speak with Constance your self should be very well, What good thereof may come, nor I, nor you can tell. But now the matter stands upon your marriage, You must now take unto you a lusty courage. You may not speak with a faint heart to Constance, But with a lusty breast and countenance, That she may know she hath to answer to a man. Then because you must Constance face to face wow, Let us see how to behave your self you can do. You must have a portely brag after your estate. Well done, so lo, up man with your head and chin, Up with that snout man: so lo, now you begin, So, that is somewhat Like, but prankie coat, nay when, That is a lusty bruit, hands under your side man: So lo, now is it even as it should been, That is somewhat Like, for a man of your degree. Then must you stately go, jetting up and down, Tut, can you no better shake the tail of your gown? There lo, such a lusty brag it is you must make. Else were I much to blame, I that nke your mast rshyp The lord one day all to begrime you with worship, Back sir sauce, let gentlefolks have el owe room, Void sirs, see you not master Roister Doister come? Make place my masters. Back all rude louts. And perchance that would make his the sooner come out. I will be here with them ere you can say trey ace. There hath grown no grass on my heel since I went hence, Lo here have I brought that shall make you pastance. Lo where she comes, some countenance to his make And you shall hear me be plain with his for your sake. May not folks be honest, pray you, though they be poor? Look partly toward his, and draw a little never. You are to tender hearted: shall she make us daws? Nay dame, I will be plain with you in my friends cause. And where will you find one which can do that he can? Now this man toward you being so kind, You not to make him and answer somewhat to his mind. And I reported it. You know not where our pre erment lies I S , He sending you such a token, ring and letter. Let us see your letter. To mine own deer oney bird, sweet heart, and pigs Good Mistress Constance present these by and by, Of this superscription de you blame the style? Sweet mistress where as I love you nothing at all, Regarding your substan e and richesse chief of all, For your personage, be tie, deem anour and wit, I commend me unto you never a whit. Sorry to hear report of your good welfare. For (as I hear say) such your conditions are, That you be worthy favour of no living man, To be abhorred of every honest man. To be taken for a woman inclined to vice. Nothing at all to Virtue gyving his endue price. Wherefore concerning marriage, you are thought Such a fine Paragon, as never honest man bought. And now by these presents I do you advertise That I am minded to marry you in no wise. For your goods and substance, I could been content To take you as you are. If you mind to been my wife, You shall be assured for the time of my life, I will keep you right well, from good raiment and fare, You shall not be kept but in sorrow and care. You shall in no wise live at your own liberty, Do and say what you lust, you shall never please me, But when you are merry, I will be all sad, When you are sorry, I will be very glad. When you seek your hearts ease, I will be unkind, At no time, in me shall you much gentleness find. But all things contrary to your will and mind, Shall be done: otherwise I will not be behind To speak. And as for all them that would do you wrong I will so help and maintain, you shall not live long. Nor any foolish dolte, shall cumbre you but I. I, who ere say nay, will stick by you till I die. Thus good mistress Constance, the lord you save and keep, From me Raister Doister, whither I wake or sleep. Who favours you less, (you may be bold) Than this letter purporteth, which you have vnfo e. Ah that you would in a letter show such despite. Why you made it your self you told me by this light. Who can blame this woman to and fret and rage? Tut, tut, your self now have marred your own marriage. Well, yet mistress Constance, if you can this remit, This gentleman other wise may your love requitte. What weep? sye for shame, and blubber? for manhoods sake, Never let your foe so much pleasure of you take. Rather play the men part, and do love refrain. It she despise you éen despise you his again . Yea and perchance that way you shall much sooner speed, For one mad property these women have in ey, When you will, they will not: Will not you, then will they. Ah foolish woman, ah most unlucky Constance, Ah unfortunate woman, ah pieuishe Constance, Art thou to thine harms so obstinately bent, That thou canst not see where lies thine high preferment? Canst thou not lub dis man, which could lub dée so well? Art thou so much thine own foe. Well I lame ̄ to. That I am not a woman my self for your sake, I would have you my self, and a straw for yond Gill, And mock much of you though it were against my will. I would not I warrant you, fallen in such a rage, As so to refuse such a goodly personage. And I were a woman. For though I say it, a goodly person you been. By the faith that I owe to God sir, but you been. Would I might for your sake, spend a thousand pound land. Yea: And I were the fairest lady in the shire, And knew you as I know you, and see you now here, Well I say no more. But since that can not be, will you play a wise part? Scribbler (ko you) in deed he is worthy no less. I will call him to you, and you bid me doubtless. Nay, if you will kill him, I will not fette him, I will not in so much extremity set him, He may yet amend sir, and be and honest man, Therefore pardon him good soul, as much as you can. Nay faith you shall promise that he shall no harm have, Else I will not fetched him. Nay I would I had of my purse paid forty pens. But the entman had rather spent five thousand pound, For it disgraced him at least five times so much. Come now to himself, and hark what he will say. Why did you not promise that you would not him spill? I can not blame him sir, though your blows would grieve. For he knoweth present death to ensue of all you give. I red it in deed. I knock your costarde if you offer to strike me. Yea and rap you again except you can fit in rest. And I will no longer ary here me believe. You are and other your self sir, the lord us b that save, Albeit in this matter I must your pardon crave, Alas would you wish in m the wit that you have? But as for my fault I can quickly amend, I will show Constance it was I that did offend. But if by no entreaty she will be turned, Then set light by his and been as testy as she, And do your force upon his with extremity. That if force shall need all may be in a readiness, And as for this letter hardly let all go, We will know where she refuse you for that or no. Nay alas; you may so fear his out of his wit. Will you do no harm in deed, shall I trust your word? As perchance shall not chance again in seven year. But I would not have you make his too much afraid. Nay mistress Constance, I warrant you, our letter Is not as we red éen now, but much better, And where you half stomached this gentleman afore, For this same letter, you will love him now therefore, Nor it is not this letter though you were a Queen, That should break marriage between you twain I ween. And though I have here his letter of love with me, Yet his ring and tokens he sent, keep safe with you. Why now may you see what it cometh too in the end, To make a deadly foe of your most loving friend: And ywis this letter if you would hear it now. This one fault with twain shall be mended, you shall see. Genty mistress Constance now, good mistress Constance, Honey mistress Constance now, sweet mistress Constance, Golden mistress Constance now, white mistress Constance, Silken mistress Constance now, fair mistress Constance. Then I can say no more, to speed we are not Like, Except you rap out a rag of your Rhetoric. Too his, that is well said. Well said yet. Lo dame, you may see what and husband you have lost. Ah, you will not believe how this does my heart wound. How should a marriage between you be toward, If both parties draw back, and become so forward. Nay for the passion of God sir, do not so. Nay for the pa sh of God, let me now treat peace, For bloodshed will there be in case this strife increase. Ah good dame Constance, take better way with you. Constance and Trusty both, I do you here well f nde. Now for altogether you must your answer tell. Will you have this man, woman? or else will you not? Else will be come never boar so brymme nor tossed so hight. The more found of you both hardly y mater guess. Much things you spoke I wot, to maintain his dotage. This should both have made sport, and showed your honesty And Goodlucke I dare swear, your wit therein would low. And nothing yet to late, for when I come to him, Hither with l he repair with a sheeps look full grim, force and violence to driven you to y lde. If occasion serve, taking his part full brim, I will strike at you, but the rap shall light on him. When we first appear. And I will set him on. Then will he look as fierce as a Cotssold lion. I am loath to tell you. Forsooth sir, I have spoken for you all that I can. But if you win his, you must éen play the man, Een to fight it out, you must a men heart take. By this cross I have seen you eat your meat as well, As any that ere I have S ene of or herd tell, A stomach quod you? he that will that deny I know was never at dinner in your company. Nay the stomach of and horse or a dog I ween. Ten men can scarce match you with a spoon in a pie. I never saw your stomach cloyed yet in my life. We shall see how you will strike now being angry. Nay then have at your pate again by this day, I can not in fight make to you such warrantise: But as for your foes here let them the bargain bye. If I were as you be, by gogs deer mother, I would not leave one stone upon and other. Though she would redeem it with twenty thousand pounds. Be not at one with his upon any amends. On. That tender heart of yours will mar altogether, Thus will you be turned with wagging of a feather. What lack we now? Back for the pash of God, back sirs, back again. What is the great mater? Well remembered of a captain by Saint Marry. But what is it? Tut so will you be, when you have studied a week. But tell me what it is? The kitchen collocavit, the best hens to Greece, Run, fetched it Dobinet, and come at once withal, And bring with Thee my potgunne, hanging by the wall, I have seen your head with it full many a time, Covered as safe as it had be with a skrine: And I warrant it save your head from any stroke, Except perchance to be amazed with the smoke: I warrant your head therewith, except for the missed, As safe as if it were fast locked up in a chist: And lo here our Dobinet comes with it now. Let me see it on. There can be no fitter thing. Now you must us tell What to do. Now Saint George to borrow, Drum dub a dub afore. And he were a lout she could have done no more. She hath called him fool, and dressed him Like a fool. Mocked him like a fool, used him Like a fool. And what then, will you thus forgo and less your right? And what shall your people here return straight home? Do not off your harness sirs I you advise, At the least for this fortnight in no manner wise, Perchance in and hour when all you think least, Our masters appetite to fight will be best. But soft, ere you go, have once at Constance house. And it cost me my life. By the mat but I will. Have once more with hail shot I will have some pennyworth, I will not l ease all. Ah sirrah now Constance if you had so much wit I would see you ask pardon, and your selves submit. Here you what she says? Now sirs, quite our selves Like tall men and hardy. God send us a fair day. Hold thine own Harpax, down with them Dobinet. Nay then, have at you m st esse. I will strike at Custa ̄ ce here. Nay mistress Constance. Truce, hold your hands, truce for a pissing while or twain: Now how say you Constance, for saving of your life, Will you yield and grant to be this gentmans wife? He loved a while even Like a turtle dove. I am sorry for you: he could love you yet so he could. Why so? What then? Saint George to borrow, our Ladies knight How then? Nay stick to it, Like and hardy man and a tall. Away for the pash of our sweet Lord Jesus Christ. YOnd I see Gawyn Goodlucke, to whom lies my message, I will first salute him after his long voyage, And then make all thing well concerning your behalf. You must take him to favour, and pardon all passed, He hears of your return, and is full ill agas . We fear (quod they) he will be avenged one day, Then for a penny give all our lives we may. Go fette him (say they) while he is in good mood, For have his anger who lust, we will not by the Rood. Why so? better nay: Wherefore? When took he gain of money to any men harms? Well, he shall with you talk thereof more at leisure. Upon your good usage, he will now shake your hand. Be not afeard Gawyn to let him shake your fist. He shall not say you nay and I too, by Jesus. Because you shall be friends, and let all quarrels pass. Then let me fetched your quire that we may have a song. Come on sirs quickly. God grant his as she does, the Gospel to protect, Learning and virtue to advance, and vice to correct. What is it than? Are you in danger of debt to any man? If you be, take no thought nor be not afraid, Let them hardly take thought how they shall be paid. What the ̄ ? fear you imprisonment? No I wist you offend, not so to be shent. But if he had, the Tour could not you so hold, But to break out at all times you would be bold. What is it? hath any man threatened you to beat? What is his name? Who ̄ ? Fie fie for shame Love you, and know not whom? but his yond, a Woman, We shall then get you a Wife, I can not tell when. What Christian ̄ Constance. a Merchant man. That she could not sit upright, No even such a thing I cast. Sir remain you a while, Ere long one or other of his house will appear. You know my mind. As well as any thing. Shall I go call your folks, that you may show a cast? I must first wipe all clean, yea I must. Yea to you sir. How the? No is? why then unsaid again, And what young girl is this with your mashyp so bold? Yea. I dare say, scarce yet three score year old. What and please your A nurse talk so homely with one of your worship? Then his what to say Then go, make no delay. Back sirs from ̄ his tail Yea a thousand This is he understand, That killed the blew Spider in Blanchepouder land. What? O him that fled away. Yea he knew that his match was in place that day Tut, he bet the king of Crickets on Christmas day, That he crept in a hold, and not a word to say. Why, he wrong a club Once in a fray out of the hand of Belzebub. O your coustrelyng Boar the lantern a field so before the gozelyng. Nay that is to long a matter now to be told: Never ask his name Nurse, I warrant thee, be bold, He conquered in one day from Room, to Naples, And woonne Towns nurse as fast as thou canst make Apples. By your leave.. A lousy hair from your masterships beard. And sir for Nurse's sake pardon this one offence. Who made it? No I know your wit. And the worst drudge in the house shall go better Than ̄ your mistress does now. I warrant you shall be sure. I will none of his than ̄ ke. Dame Custa ̄ ce God you save Concerning marriage. Does not love lade you? O Jesus, will you see What dissembling creatures these same women be? The gentleman you wot of, whom you do so love, That you would fain marry him, if you durst it mou , Among other rich widows, which are of him glad, Lest you for losing of him perchance might run mad, Is now contented that upon your suit making, You be as one in election of taking. Is it not trow you? If you have the grace now to offer your self, you speed. Lo where you be again, As though you knew him not. Play the devil in the horologe. Shall I tell him what you say? Yea that I have. No so God me save. Nay a sharp answer. In faith I can not tell. Then shall I bid toll the bell? God have mercy on your soul, ah good gentleman, That er you should this die for and unkind woman, Will you drink our you go. Master Roister Doister will straight go home and die. Dirige. He will go darkling to his graven, Neque lux, neque crux, neque mourners, neque clink, He will steal to heaven , unknowing to God I think. A portam inferi, who shall your goods possess? Now Jesus Christ be your speed. Good night Roger old knave, farewell Roger old knave, Good night Roger old knave, knave knap. ut infra. Pray for the late master Roister Doisters soul, And come forth parish Clarke, let the passing bell toll. Pray for your master sirs, and for him ring a peal. He was your right good master while he was in heal. Qui Lazarum. Dead men go not so fast In Paradisum. Soft, hear what I have cast Whough, wellaway. You may tarry one hour, and hear what I shall say, You were best sir for a while to revive again, And quite the ̄ er you go. You plain. Yes for twenty pound. Fetched you again out of your sou ̄ worser By this cross you were nigh gone in deed, I might feel Your soul departing within and inch of your heel. Now follow my counsel. If I were you, Constance should eft seek to me, ere I would bow. I cry your maship mercy Hoighdagh. if fair fine mistress Constance saw you now, Ralph Roister Doister were his own I warrant you. Your good mastershyps Maistershyp, were his own Mistreshyps mistreshyps, You were take up for hawks, you were gone, you were gone, But now one other thing more yet I think upon. A wower be he never so poor Must play and sing before his bestbeloues door, How much more than you? Why may not we be here? Nay and you will haze, haze: otherwise I tell you plain, And you will not haze, then give us our gear again. Was I not metely plain? But I would not tell all, for faith if I had With you dame Constance ere this hour it had been bade, And not without cause for this goodly personage, Meant no less than to join with you in marriage. I mourn for and other thing. Yes a goodly man as ere I did see. Refrain from Constance a while now. And I warrant his soon right glad to seek to you, You shall see his anon come on his knees creeping, And pray you to be good to his sal e tears weeping. In faith then farewell he. Or else if you be wrath, you may avenged be. Yea that do hardly. I return, and bring him to you by & by. As long as it will hold. In faith would ravish you. As ten year. How say you, will you have him? Will you take him? At my word?. Well sir, you perceive, For all your kind offer, she will not you receive. Yield in time. Why do you think dame Custa ̄ c That in this wowyng I have meant ought but pastance? No to God I vow. And did not I know afore of the insurance Between Gawyn Goodlucke, and Christian Constance? And did not I for the nonce, by my conveyance, Read his letter in a wrong sense for Dam iance? That if you could have take it up at the first bound, We should thereat such a sport and pastime have found, That all the whole town should have been the merrier. Let us see, be bold. That do I very now. Well God have mercy on you. Forth. On. Let us have it then. Then wot not I when. And hangman and all. Tush tush sir do not. Be good master to his. Tush I say do not. Once discharge my harquebouse And for my hearts ease, have once more with my p tgoon. Dubba dub sirrah. Dubbadub. Sta ̄ worser. Strike. Save your self sir, for gods sake. Save your self. Save your self sir. Hence out of sighed you calf, Till I have spoke with them, and then I will you et, What master Gawin Goodluck well met And from your long voyage I bid you right welcome home. I come to you from and honest mome. Roister Doister that doughty kite. You never had better sport. Why, such a fool it is, As no man for good pastime would forgo or miss. He will be a glad man. I warrant you on my word, They say they shall be sick, but you be at their board. Yes at first, & made stram ̄ ge But when I said your anger to favour should change, And therewith had commended you accordingly, They were all in love with your mashyp by and by. And cried you mercy that they had done you wrong. Did they? yea, even with one voice He will forgive all (quod I) O how they did rejoice. I warrant you, be bold. Too them, and salute them. But is your love tell me first, in any wise, In the way of Marriage, or of Merchandise? If it may otherwise than lawful be found, You get none of my help for and hundred pound. I mark your manners for mine own learning I trow, But such is your beauty, and such are your acts, Such is your personage, and such are your facts, That all women fair and fowl, more and less, They eye you, they lubbe you, they talk of you doubtless. Your peasant look makes them all merry, You pass not by, but they laugh till they be weary, Yea and money could I have the truth to tell, Of many, to bring you that way where they dwell. God be at your wedding, be you sped already? I did not suppose that your love was so greedy, I percei e now you have chosen of devotion, And joy have you lady of your promotion. You shall not (she say) by his will marry his cat. You are such a calf, such and ass, such a block, Such a lilburn, such a h ball, such a lobcock, And because you should come to his at no season, She despised your maship out of all reason. Bawawe what you say ( I) of such a I ntman, Nay I fear him not ( ) do the best he can. He vaunteth him self for a man of prowess great, Where as a good gander I dare say may him beat. And where he is lout and laughed to scorn, For the veriest dolte that ever was orne, And veriest lubber, flouen and beast, Living in this world from the west to the east: Yet of himself hath he such opinion, That in all the world is not the Like minion. He thinketh eke woman to be brought in dosage With the only sighed of his goodly personage: Yet none that will have him: we do him lout and flock, And make him among us, our common sporting stock, And so would I now (ko she) save only because, Better nay (ko I) I lust not meddle with daws. You are happy (ko I) that you are a woman, This would cost you your life in case you were a man. Wherefore. Keep. so I will On forth, while this gear is hight