TIBET

Where good stale ale is will drink no water I trust. If she keep not promise, I will beshrew his head: But it will be stark night before I shall have done. Nurse meddle you with your spyndle and your whirl, No haste but good, Madge Mumblecrust, for whip and whurre The old proverb does say, never made good fur. Soft fire makes sweet malt, good Madge Mumblecrust. Which will slide down the lane without any bones. So irrha, now this gear begins for to frame. Does my talk grieve you? Alack, God save your grace. And I will not pray you the stripes for me to bear. Wherein so ere you drink, I wot you drink all up. And een as well knit my noun Annot Alyface. Welcome my good wench, and sit here by me joust. So would I, if you could your clattering cease: But the devil can not make old Trot hold his tonge. I shrew them that say nay, and that shall not be I. This sleeve is not Willing to be sewed I trow. A small thing might make me all in the ground to throw. Pipe merry Annot. &c. Trilla. Trilla. Trillarie. What Tibet, what Annot, what Margery. You sleep, but we do not, that shall we try. Your fingers be nombde, our work will not lie. If you do so again, well I would advise you nay. In good sooth one stop more, and I make holy day. Pipe Merry Annot. &c. Trilla. Trilla. Trillarie. Now Tibbet, now Annot, now Margery. Now whippet apace for the mastery, But it will not be, our mouth is so dry. Ah, eke inger is a thumb to day me think, I care not to let all alone, choose it swim or sink. Pipe Merry Annot. &c. Trilla. Trilla. Trillarie. When Tibet, Let his cast down his work. when Annot, when Margery. I will not, I can not, no more can I. Then give we all over, and there let it lie. There it lies, the worst is but a curried coat, Tut I am used thereto, I care not a gro e. What is y matter? Marry the more lout e for his coming hither. And the less good he can to listen maidens talk. I care not and I go bid him hence for to walk: It were well done to know what he makes here away. The more to blame you, a good thrifty husband Would elsewhere have had some better matters in hand. Ill chieve it doting fool, but it must be cust. No forsooth, by your leave you shall not kiss me. Why should I fear you? I have not so little wit, You are but a man I know very well. Forsooth for I will not, I use not to kiss men. What should that need? What promotion were therein? Well I have not be taught to kissing and licking. They that lust: I will again to my sewing now. With me? And my work not half done? A mischief on all louts. Well Trupenie never but nging. But yeroile abroad. Forsooth and as I may say, heartily welcome. And when ̄ will our new master come. I would were tomorrow: for till he resort Our mistress being a Widow hath hall comfort, And I heard our nurse speak of and husband to day Ready for our mistress, a rich man and a gay. And we shall go in our French every day, In our silk assocks (I warrant you) and gay, In our trick of gold, Brave in our suits of change seven double fold, Then shall you see Tibet tread the moss so trim, Nay, why said I tread? you shall see his glide and Not lumperdée sumperdée Like our spaniel Rig. By cock and the better welcome to us always. Will you now in with us unto our mistress go? Marry that will I. And why may not I sir, get thanks as well as you? Yes forsooth. No forsooth mistress. AH that I might but once in my life have a sighed Of him that made us all so ill shent by this light, He should never escape if I had him by the are, But even from his head, I would it bite or tear. Yea and if one of them were not inowe, I would bite them both off, I make God avow. I would teach him I trow, to make g less shent or beaten. Not with you sir, but with a little wagnastie, A deceiver of folks, by subtle craft and guile. We brought a ring and token which he said was sent From our dams husband, but I wot well I was shent: For it liked his as well to tell you no lies, As water in his ship, or salt cast in his cies: And yet whence it came neither we nor she can tell. No messages by your leave, nor tokens forsooth. Forsooth here is one would speak with your mistress-ship. I would not hear his mind, but had him show it to you. I see all folk mock him when he goes abroad. And I with my new broom will sweep him one swap, And then with our great club I will reach him one rap. And though your tooth be gone, both so sharp & so fine Yet your tongue can run on patins as well as mine. Sing on then by and by. Yea sir? I pray you when did you last kiss your cow. Forsooth these were there too, Annot and Trupenie. Yea marry do I sir: what would you have said? No forsooth good mistress. Then Trupenies fireforke will him shrewdly fray, And you with the spit may driven him quite away. For my part I shrew them that last about it go. But mistress. All my chief quarrel is to this same little knave, That b gyled me last day, nothing shall him save. Thanks to God mistress, you have had a fair day. Chide, and find faults, and threaten to complain. Faith I would our dame Custanc Saw this gear. But if I had not, you twain would. Because it came from him that must be your husband. Forsooth the boy did say so. Pardon this, and the next time powder me in salt. If I ever offend again do not me spare. But if ever I see that false boy any more By your mistreshyps licence I tell you afore I will rather have my coat twenty times swinged, Than on the naughty wag not to be avenged. With a good will that. Here she comes forth. Now speak you know best what. & I am here. Shall I go fetched our goose? To yonder Captain I will turn his lose And she gape and hiss at him, as she does at me, I durst ieoparde my hand she will make him flee. I am gone.