SYBIL

Good morrow young Mistress, I am sure you make that garland for me, against I shall be Lady of the Har vest. Nove but good: my lord Mayor your father, and master Philpot your uncle, and master Scot your cousin, and mistress Frigbottom by Doctors Commons, do all (by my troth) send you most hearty commendations. Oh yes, out of cry, by my troth, I scant knew him, here a wore scarffe, and here a scarf, here a bunch of feathers, and here precious stones and jewels, and a pair of garters: Oh monstrous Like one of our yellow silk curtains, at home here in Old-ford house, here in master Bellymounts cham ber, I stood at our door in Cornehill, looked at him, he at me indeed, spoke to him, but he not to me, not a word, marry guy thought I with a wanion, he passed by me as proved, marry foh, are you grown humorous thought I? and so shut the door, and in I came. Mild? yea, as a bushel of stamped crabs, he looked up on me as sour as veriuice: go thy ways thought I, thou mayest be much in my gaskins, but nothing in my nether stocks: this is your fault mistress, to love him that loves not you, he thinks scorn to do as he's done to, but if I were as you, Idem cry, go by Jeronimo, go by, Idem set mine old debts against my new driblets, and the hares foot against the goose giblets, for if ever I sighs when sleep I should take, pray God I may lose my maidenhead when I wake. Will I quoth a? at whose suit? by my troth yes, I'll go, a cambricke apron, gloves, a pair of purple stockings, and a stomacher, I'll sweat in purple mistress for you, isle take any thing that comes a Gods name, Oh rich, a Cambricke a pron; faith then have at up tails all, I'll go, Iiggy, Ieggy to London, and be here in a trice young mistress. Exit. Godamercy sweet Firk: good Lord Hodge, what a delicious shop you have God, you tickle it i'faith. That you shall have Rafe. Well Godamercy: but Gods me, I forget my self, where Hance the Fleming? I know not, and it please your worship. O Lord sir, as true as Gods in heaven. I am glad she's escaped. I know not that, but I am sure I see him stalk before the soldiers, by my troth he is a proper man, but he is proper that proper does, let him go snicke-vp young mi stris. Upon some no, forester, go by: no faith mistress, the deer came running into the bairn through the orchard, and over the pale, I wot well, I looked as pale as a new cheese to see him, but whip says goodman pinne-close, up with his fiaile, and our Neck with a prong, and down he fell, and they upon him, and I upon them, by my troth we had such sport, and in the end we ended him, his throat we cut, flayed him, vnhornd him, and my lord Mayor shall eat of him anon when he comes. At those? upon some no: when, can you tell? Good Lord! Oh rich! Come up good honnisops, upon some, no. I'll hold my life their hunting nags be lame. What kind of heart is that (dear heart) you seek? Gods pittikins, hands off sir, héers my Lord. Why whats the matter? What mistress, never fear, I dare venture my mai denhead to nothing, and thats great odds, that Hance the Dutchman when we come to London, shall not only see and speak with you, but in spite of all your Father's policies, steal you away and marry you, will not this please you? For that let me alone, I have a trick in my bud get, come Hans. O Lord, help for Gods sake, my mistress, o my young mistress. She's gone, she's fled. I know not forsooth, she's fled out of doors with Hans the Shoemaker, I saw them scud, scud, scud, apace, apace. Ladies, Oh gross! Follow your nose, his horns will guide you right. Who ever saw the Like? Away then and follow your father to London, left your absence cause him to suspect something: To morrow if my counsel be obeyed, I'll bind you prentice to the gentle trade. O God, what will you do mistress? shift for your self, your father is at hand, he's coming, he's coming, master Lacy hide your self in my mistress, for Gods sake shift for your selves. Here comes your father.