MAID. A fool! mine own Long-tongue! why, call'st thou me fool! Though now in the kitchen I waste the day, Yet in times past I went to school, And of my Latin primer I took assay. MAN. Masters, this woman did take such assay, And then in those days so applied her book, That one word thereof she carried not away, But then of a scholar was made a cook. I dare say she knoweth not how her primer began, Which of her master she learned then. MAID. I trow it began with _Domine labia, aperies_. MAN. What, did it begin with _butter de peas_? MAID. I tell thee again, with _Domine, labia aperies_, If now to hear it be thine ease. MAN. How, how, with, _my madam lay in the pease_? MAID. I think thou art mad! with _Domine, labia aperies_. MAN. Yea, marry, I judged it went such ways; It began with, _Dorothy, lay up the keys!_ MAID. Nay then, good night; I perceive by this gear, That none is so deaf as who will not hear; I spake as plainly as I could devise, Yet me understand thou canst in no wise! MAN. Why, yet once again, and I will better listen, And look upon thee how thy lips do open. MAID. Well, mark then, and hearken once for all, Or else hear it again thou never shall; My book, I say, began with _Domine, labia aperies_. MAN. Fie, fie, how slow am I of understanding! Was it all this while, _Domine, labia aperies?_ Belike I have lost my sense of hearing, With broiling and burning in the kitchen o' days.[322] MAID. I promise thee thou seemest to have done little better, For that I wot in my life I never saw One like to thyself in so easy a matter, Unless he were deaf, thus play the daw.[323] MAN. Come on, come on, we have almost forgotten Such plenty of victuals as we should buy; It were alms,[324] by my troth, thou were well beaten, Because so long thou hast made me tarry. MAID. Tush, tush, we shall come in very good season, If so be thou goest as fast as I; Take up thy basket, and quickly have done, We will be both there by and by. MAN. I for my part will never leave running, Until that I come to the sign of the Whiting. [_Here the two Cooks run out, and in cometh the Young Man and the Young Woman his lover_. THE YOUNG WOMAN. Where is my sweeting,[325] whom I do seek? He promised me to have met me here: Till I speak with him I think it a week, For he is my joy, he is my cheer! There is no night, there is no day, But that my thoughts be all of him; I have no delight, if he be away: Such toys in my head do ever swim. But behold at the last, where he doth come. For whom my heart desired long; Now shall I know, all and some,[326] Or else I would say I had great wrong. THE YOUNG MAN. My darling, my coney,[327] my bird so bright of ble:[328] Sweetheart, I say, all hail to thee! How do our loves? be they fast asleep? Or the old liveliness do they still keep?