TIB. TALK.[99] Well, Truepenny, never but flinging? AN. ALYFACE. And frisking? TRUEPENNY. Well, Tibet and Annot, still swinging and whisking? TIB. TALK. But ye roil abroad. AN. ALYFACE. In the street everywhere. TRUEPENNY. Where are ye twain? in chambers, when ye meet me there? But come hither, fools: I have one now by the hand, Servant to him that must be our mistress' husband; Bid him welcome. AN. ALYFACE. To me truly he is welcome. TIB. TALK. Forsooth and, as I may say, heartily welcome. D. DOUGH. I thank you, mistress maids. AN. ALYFACE. I hope we shall better know. TIB. TALK. And when will our new master come? D. DOUGH. Shortly, I trow. TIB. TALK. I would it were to-morrow; for, till he resort, Our mistress, being a widow, hath small comfort: And I heard our nurse speak of an husband to-day, Ready for our mistress; a rich man and a gay. And we shall go in our French hoods every day: In our silk cassocks (I warrant you) fresh and gay; In our trick ferdegews and billiments of gold; Brave in our suits of change, seven double fold. Then shall ye see Tibet, sirs, tread the moss so trim; Nay, why said I tread? ye shall see her glide and swim; Not lumperdy-clumperdy, like our spaniel Rig. TRUEPENNY. Marry, then, prick-me-dainty; come, toast me a fig. Who shall then know our Tib Talkapace, trow ye? AN. ALYFACE. And why not Annot Alyface as fine as she? TRUEPENNY. And what, had Tom Truepenny a father or none? AN. ALYFACE. Then our pretty new-come-man will look to be one. TRUEPENNY. We four, I trust, shall be a jolly merry knot. Shall we sing a fit[100] to welcome our friend, Annot? AN. ALYFACE. Perchance, he cannot sing. D. DOUGH. I am at all assays. TIB. TALK. By Cock, and the better welcome to us always. _Here they sing:_ _A thing very fit_ _For them that have wit,_ _And are fellows knit,_ _Servants in one house to be;_ _As fast for to sit,_ _And not oft to flit,_ _Nor vary a whit,_ _But lovingly to agree._ _No man complaining,_ _No other disdaining,_ _For loss or for gaining._ _But fellows or friends to be;_ _No grudge remaining,_ _No work refraining,_ _Nor help restraining,_ _But lovingly to agree._ _No man for despite,_ _By word or by write,_ _His fellow to twite,_ _But further in honesty;_ _No good turns entwite,_ _Nor old sores recite,_ _But let all go quite,_ _And lovingly to agree._ _After drudgery,_ _When they be weary,_ _Then to be merry,_ _To laugh and sing they be free;_ _With chip and cherry,_ _Heigh derry derry,_ _Trill on the bery,_ _And lovingly to agree_. TIB. TALK. Will you now in with us unto our mistress go?