MARGERY

Seven years husband? Truly gentlemen, it were ill done, for such as you, to stand so stiffly against a poor young wife: considering her case, she is new married, but let that pass: I pray deal not roughly with her, her husband is a young man and but newly entered, but let that pass. She cannot speak for weeping. See to rise? I hope 'tis time enough, 'tis early enough for any woman to be seen abroad, I marvel how many wives in Towerstréet are up so soon? Gods me, 'tis not noon, heres a yawling. Nay, nay, y are best follow your men council, you shall see what will come on to: we have not men enough, but we must entertain every butterbox: but let that pass. Simon it is almost seven. You sing sir sauce, but I beshrew your heart, I fear for this your singing we shall smart. Yea, yea man, you may use me as you please: but let that pass. Yea, yea, 'tis well, I must be called rubbish, kitchen stuff, for a sort of knaves. I pray let them go, there be more maids then maw kin, more men then Hodge, and more fools then Firk. Yea Like enough, if you may loiter and tipple thus. Fine? by my troth sweet heart very fine: by my troth I never liked Thee so well in my life sweet heart. But let that pass, I warrant there be many women in the city have not such handsome husbands, but only for their apparel, but let that pass too. Enter Hans and Skipper. Thou goest too fast for me Roger. I pray Thee run (do you hear) run to Guild Hall, and learn if my husband master Eyre will take that worshipful vocation of M. Sheriff upon him, High Thee good Firk. Nay when? thou art too compendious, and tedious. Nay when? thou wilt make me melancholy. Let me see now Roger and Hans. Even what thou wilt good Roger, dame is a fair name for any honest christian, but let that pass, how dost thou Hans? Well Hans and Roger you see God hath blessed your master, and perdy if ever he comes to be M. Sheriff of London (as we are all mortal) you shall see I will have some odd thing or other in a corner for you: I will not be your back friend, but let that pass, Hans pray Thee tie my shoe. Art thou acquainted with never a fardingale-ma ker, nor a French-hood maker, I must enlarge my bumine, would would, how shall I look in a hood I wonder? perdy oddly I think. Indeed all flesh is grass, and Roger, canst thou tell where I may buy a good hair? Pardie I knew him not, how dost thou good Rafe? I am glad to see Thee well. Trust me I am sorry Rafe to see Thee impotent, Lord how the wars have made him Sunburnt: the left leg is net well it was a fair gift of God the infirmity took not hold a little higher, considering thou camest from France: but let that pass. Yea truly Rafe, I thank my maker: but let that pass. Oh Rafe your wife, perdy we know not whats become of her: she was here a while, and because she was married grew more stately then became her, I checked her, and so forth, away she flung, never returned, nor said bih nor bah: and Rafe you know ka me, ka Thee. And so as I tell you. Roger is not Firk come yet? And so indeed we herd not of her, but I hear she lives in London: but let that pass. If she had wanted, she might have opened her case to me or my husband, or to any of my men, I am sure theres not any of them perdy, but would have done her good to his power. Hans look if Firk be come. And so as I said: but Rafe, why dost thou weep? thou knowest that naked we came out of our mother's womb, and naked we must return, and therefore thank God for all things. Alas, poor soul, he's overcome with sorrow, he does but as I do, weep for the lose of any good thing: but Rafe, get thee in, call for some meat and drink, thou shalt find me worshipful towards Thee. Good morrow good Roger, I thank you my good people all. Firk, hold up thy hand, here's a threepenny piece for thy tidings. Welcome home master shrieve, I pray God con tinue you in health and wealth. Truly I thank your Lordship. I but my Lord, he must learn now to put on gravity. I hope mistress Rose will have the grace to take no thing thats bade. No faith Firk, no perdy Hodge, I do feel honour creep upon me, and which is more, a certain rising in my flesh, but let that pass. Oh fie upon it Roger, perdy, these silthie Tobacco pipes are the most idle slavering babbles that ever I felt: out upon it, God bless us, men look not Like men that use the ̄ . Would, would, prithee peace, thou makest my worship laugh, but let that pass: come I'll go in Hodge, prithee go before me, Firk follow me. Thou art and ungracious wag, perdy, I mean a false hair for my periwig. It is very hight, I must get me a fan or else a mask. Fie upon it, how costly this world's calling is, per die, but that it is one of the wonderful works of God, I would not deal with it: is not Firk come yet? Hans been not so sad, let it pass and vanish, as my husbands worship says. Roger, thou knowest the length of my foot, as it is none of the biggest, so I thank God it is handsome enough, prithee let me have a pair of shoes made, cork good Roger, wooden heel too. Good my lord, stand her friend in what thing you may. Farewell my lord. Shéede feign the deed were done. Where is my Lord. The kings most excellent majesty is new come, he sends me for thy honour: one of his most worshipful Peers, bade me tell thou must be merry, and so forth: but let that pass. Good my Lord have a care what you speak to his grace. God bless your Grace. I see mistress Rose you do not want judge meant, you have drunk to the properest man I keep.