MANSIPULA. Draw it, give me it, I will it receive, So that for to place it I might have good leave: By the gods, but for losing my land, life and living, It should be so placed he should have ill-thriving. MANSIPULUS. By the gods, how ungraciously the vixen she chatteth. MANSIPULA. And he even as knavishly my answer he patteth. HAPHAZARD. Here is nought else but railing of words out of reason, Now tugging, now tattling, now muzzling in season. For shame! be contented, and leave off this brawling. MANSIPULUS. Content, for I shall repent it for this my tongue-wralling. MANSIPULA. Thou knave, but for thee, ere this time of day My lady’s fair pew had been strawed[172] full gay, With primroses, cowslips, and violets sweet, With mints and with marigolds, and margoram meet, Which now lieth uncleanly, and all ’long of thee: That a shame recompense thee for hindring of me! MANSIPULUS. Ah pretty prank-parnel, the cushion and book, Whereon he should read and kneel are present, here look. My lord, when he seeth me, he will cast such an eye, As pinch will my heart near ready to die. And thus wise and thus wise his hand will be walking, With thou, precious knave: away; get thee packing. [_Here let him [pretend to] fight._ HAPHAZARD. Nay then, by the mass, it’s time to be knacking: No words at all, but to me he is pointing. Nay, have at you again: you shall have your anointing. MANSIPULA. Body of me, hold, if ye can! What, will you kill such a proper man? HAPHAZARD. Nay, sure I have done, when women do speak. Why would the knave my patience so break? MANSIPULUS. Well, I must be gone, there is no remedy, For fear my tail makes buttons, by mine honesty. HAPHAZARD. For reverence on your face, your nose and your chin. By the gods, have ye heard such an unmannerly villain? MANSIPULA. I never heard one so rank of rudeness. MANSIPULUS. In faith, it is but for lack of lewdness.[173] But here I burn day-light, while thus I am talking. Away, come, Mansipula, let us be walking. MANSIPULA. Contented, Mansipulus; have with thee with speed. HAPHAZARD. Nay, stay yet, my friends, I am not agreed. MANSIPULA. We dare not tarry, by God, we swear. HAPHAZARD. Nay, tarry, take comfort with you for to bear: It is but in hazard, and if you be miss’d, And so it may happen you feel not his fist. Perhaps he is stay’d by talk with some friend: It is but in hazard: then sing, ere you wend. Let hope be your helper, your care to defend. MANSIPULUS. By hap or by hazard we sing, ere we cry; Then sing, let us say so, let sorrow go by. MANSIPULA. We can be but beaten, that is the worst. _Enter_ SUBSERVUS. What how, Mansipulus! thou knave, art thou curs’d? My lord standeth talking, and I gape for thee. Come away, with a wannion! run, haste and hie.