TROTTER

Where Trotter? why Trotter is here. i'faith, you and your daughter go up and down weeping, And wamenting and keeping of a wamentation, As who should say, the Mill would go with your wamenting. Why yonder is a company of young men and m ydes Keep such a stir for their grist, that they would have it before my stones be ready to grind it. But i'faith, I would I could break wind enough backward: you should not tarry for your gryst I warrant you. Here he Em abo neck. I wis you will when I cannot. Why look, You have a Mill. Why, whats your Mill without me? Or rather Mistress, what were I without you? I chide you dame to amend you. You are too fine to be a Millers daughter: For if you should but stoop to take up the tole dish You will have the cramp in your finger At least ten weeks after. Ah words wherein I see Matrimony come load n With kisses to salute me: Now let me alone, to pick the Mill, To fill the hopper to take the tole to mend the sails, Yea, and to make the mill to go with the very force of my love. I come I come, i'faith now you shall have your gryst Or else Trotter will trot and amble himself to death. Where have I be? why what signifies this. What call you this I pray? Then this is mystically to give you to understand I have been at the Phismicaries house. I'faith, even as long as I have not been half well, And that hath been a long time. Ah Sir you come too late. Would you have me go in, and leave you two here? Yes faith, even as long as I see you. That same word (heartily) is of great force. I will go: but I pray sir, beware you Come not too near the wench. Exit Trotter. Those gentlemen are as honest as ever I saw: For i'faith one of them gave me six pence To fetch a quart of Seck. See master here they come. Ah, thats as much as to say you would tell a monstrous, Terrible, horrible, outrageous lie, And I shall sooth it, no byr'lady. That same word love makes me to do any thing. Why what a blind dunce are you, can you not see? He stands right before you. It may be so: but the Phismicary tells me that you can help me Then give me your hand That the ending of and old indenture Is the beginning of a new bargain. That you promised to do any thing to recover my health. Ah sweet Em. Here he offers to kiss her. I'faith I aim at the fairest, Ah Em, sweet Em : fresh as the flower: That hath pour to wound my heart, And ease my smart, of me poor thief, In prison bound. Ah mark the devise, For thee my louefull sick I was, in hazard of my life Thy promise was to make me whole, and for to be my wife. Let me enjoy my love my deer, And thou possess thy Trottter here. Yes woos but you did, I'll go to our Parson Sir John And he shall mumble up the marriage out of hand.