[_Then he must take her by the arms, and she crieth out as followeth_: MATER. He will kill me, He will spill me, He will bruise me, He will lose me, He will prick me, He will stick me. THERSITES. The devil stick thee, old withered witch, For I will stick nother thee nor none such. But come off, give me thy blessing again: I say, let me have it, or else certain With my club I will lay thee on the brain. MATER. Well, seeing thou threatenest to me affliction, Spite of my heart, have now my benediction. Now Christ's sweet blessing and mine Light above and beneath the body of thine, And I beseech with all my devotion, That thou mayst come to a man's promotion! He that forgave Mary Magdalen her sin, Make thee highest of all thy kin! THERSITES. In this word is double intelliment[599]: Wouldst thou have me hanged, mother, verament? MATER. No, son, no; but to have you high In promotion is my mind, verily. THERSITES. Well then, mother, let all this go, And charm this child that you is send to. And look hereafter to curse ye be not greedy: Curse me no more, I am cursed enough already. MATER Well, son, I will curse you no more, Except ye provoke me too-too sore; But I marvel why ye do me move To do for Ulysses, that doth not us love. THERSITES. Mother, by his son he hath send me a letter, Promising hereafter to be to us better, And you, and I with my great club, Must walk to him, and eat a sillabub; And we shall make merry, And sing _tyrl on the bery_, With Simkin Sydn'am Sumn'nor That killed a cat at Cumnor; There the trifling taborer, troubler of Tunis, Will pick Peter Pie-baker a pennyworth of prunes; Nichol Nevergood a net and a nightcap Knit will for Kit, whose knee caught a knap; David Doughty, dighter of dates, Grin with Godfrey Good-ale will greedy at the gates; Tom Tumbler of Tewksbury, turning at a trice, Will wipe William Waterman, if he be not wise: Simon Sadler of Sudeley, that served the sow, Hit will Henry Heartless, he heard not yet how. Jenkin Jacon, that jobbed jolly Joan, Griud will gromaly-seed[600], until he groan. Proud Pierce Pick-thank, that picked Parnel's purse, Cut will the cakes, though Kate do cry and curse. Rough Robin Rover, ruffling in right rate, Bald Bernard Brainless will beat, and Bennet bate; Foolish Frederick Furberer of a fart Ding Daniel Dainty to death will with a dart. Marculph Merrylees, mourning for mad Mary, Tink will the tables, though he there not tarry. Andrew All-Knave, alderman of Antwerp, Hop will with hollyhocks and harken Humphrey's harp. It is too-too, mother, the pastime and good cheer That we shall see and have, when that we come there; Wherefore, gentle mother, I thee heartily pray, That thou wilt charm for worms this pretty boy. MATER. Well, son, seeing the case and matter standeth so, I am content all thy request to do. Come hither, pretty child, I will thee charm from the worms wild; But first do thou me thy name tell. TELEMACHUS.