TIB. TALK. Well, I have not been taught to kissing and licking. R. ROISTER. Yet, I thank you, mistress nurse, ye made no sticking. M. MUMBL. I will not stick for a koss with such a man as you. TIB. TALK. They that lust!--I will again to my sewing now. AN. ALYFACE.[74] Tidings, ho! tidings! dame Custance greeteth you well. R. ROISTER. Whom? me? AN. ALYFACE. You, sir? No, sir: I do no such tale tell. R. ROISTER. But, and she knew me here!-- AN. ALYFACE. Tibet Talkapace, Your mistress Custance and mine must speak with your grace. TIB. TALK. With me? AN. ALYFACE. You must come in to her, out of all doubts. TIB. TALK. And my work not half-done? a mischief on all louts! [_Ex. amb._ R. ROISTER. Ah, good sweet nurse! M. MUMBL. Ah, good sweet gentleman! R. ROISTER. Who?[75] M. MUMBL. Nay, I cannot tell, sir, but what thing would you? R. ROISTER. How doth sweet Custance, my heart of gold, tell me how? M. MUMBL. She doth very well, sir, and command[s] me to you. R. ROISTER. To me? M. MUMBL. Yea, to you, sir. R. ROISTER. To me? nurse, tell me plain, To me? M. MUMBL. Yea. R. ROISTER. That word maketh me alive again. M. MUMBL. She command[ed] me to one last day, whoe'er it was. R. ROISTER. That was e'en to me and none other, by the mass. M. MUMBL. I cannot tell you surely, but one it was. R. ROISTER. It was I and none other--this cometh to good pass. I promise thee, nurse, I favour her. M. MUMBL. E'en so, sir? R. ROISTER. Bid her sue to me for marriage. M. MUMBL. E'en so, sir? R. ROISTER. And surely for thy sake she shall speed. M. MUMBL. E'en so, sir? R. ROISTER. I shall be contented to take her. M. MUMBL. E'en so, sir? R. ROISTER. But at thy request and for thy sake. M. MUMBL. E'en so, sir? R. ROISTER. And, come, hark in thine ear what to say. M. MUMBL. E'en so, sir? [_Here let him tell her a great long tale in her ear._ ACTUS I., SCÆNA IV. MATTHEW MERRYGREEK, DOBINET DOUGHTY, HARPAX, RALPH ROISTER, MARGERY MUMBLECRUST. M. MERRY. Come on, sirs, apace, and 'quit yourselves like men. Your pains shall be rewarded. D. DOUGH. But, I wot not when. M. MERRY. Do your master worship, as ye have done in time past. D. DOUGH. Speak to them: of mine office he shall have a cast. M. MERRY. Harpax, look that thou do well too, and thy fellow. HARPAX. I warrant, if he will mine example follow. M. MERRY. Court'sy, whoresons: duck you and crouch at every word. D. DOUGH. Yes, whether our master speak earnest or bord.[76] M. MERRY. For this lieth upon his preferment indeed. D. DOUGH. Oft is he a wooer, but never doth he speed. M. MERRY. But with whom is he now so sadly rounding[77] yond? D. DOUGH. With _Nobs nicebectur miserere_[78] fond.