MOTHER

Whope, where with sorrow art thou so long? Hast thou not bought thy needles yet? You will have your scoperlets always among, Get you home with sorrow I say, and lay to the spit: When your father shall come to supper anon, Then the meat to the fire shall scarely be laid, What, you look that I should do all thing alone. He may see what a good huswife you are, Your idleness I warrant, he may perceive soon. Hold thy peace with sorrow, by S. Iemy I say, Get thee forth, and go about thy business, It is a pretty hearing for amayd to scold always, He may swear that thou art full of idleness, But I pray you tell me, have you any good pepper? I would have and ounce and if it be good. He may see your hand perde so he may, I cry you mercy, as angry as a thing of nought: Yea forsooth, she works from morning to evening, With the needle, and very well she can inbrayd. By my troth husband you are Like to have no roast meat to night, For I have had other business to day in hand: Here is come such another wight, As the Like was never herd of in this land. Nay alas poor wench, a while she may tarry, For in faith she hath neither house nor land. Yea either they be Alians, or Aliant sons indeed, Who through marriage of English women of late, Hath altered the true English blood and seed, And therewithal English plain manners and good state. All the naughty fashions in the world at this day, Are by some means brought into England. If by some means they be not commanded away, Within a while they will us all withstand. For here they do not only devour and spend; As they be most deuourets truly: But our commodities away they do send, Rob and steal from English men daily. Is there such abeast as you speak off? And will he devour none, but women that be old? By Saint Anne, but those words make me afraid, The man knoweth more then we perchance: Much money for wares you may take in Inns, And beside the same, your charges and expense. Marry good Lord have mercy on us all, Husband, I pray you bid him home to our house. By God youngman, come and welcome heartily, And care not greatly what my daughter says: For though she speak to you somewhat angrily, Yet I warrant you she means no very good faith. You shall be sure to have good Ale, for that have no bones, Without any chewing, it will go down right.