WILL CRICKET. No; but to have some of his wit for my money. I gave him his fee, and promised him a goose beside for his counsel. Now, sir, his counsel was to deny all was asked me, and to crave a longer time to answer, though I knew the case was plain. So, sir, I take his counsel; and always when he sends to me for his goose, I deny it, and crave a longer time to answer. NURSE. And so the case was yours, and the goose was his: and so it came to be a goose's case. WILL CRICKET. True: but now we are talking of geese, see where Peg and my granam Midnight comes. _Enter_ MOTHER MIDNIGHT _and_ PEG. MOTHER MIDNIGHT. Come, Peg, bestir your stumps, make thyself smug, wench; thou must be married to-morrow: let's go seek out thy sweetheart, to prepare all things in readiness. PEG. Why, granam, look where he is. WILL CRICKET. Ha, my sweet tralilly: I thought thou couldst spy me amongst a hundred honest men. A man may see that love will creep where it cannot go. Ha, my sweet and too sweet: shall I say the tother sweet? PEG. Ay, say it and spare not. WILL CRICKET. Nay, I will not say it: I will sing it. _Thou art mine own sweetheart, From thee I'll never depart; Thou art my Ciperlillie, And I thy Trangdidowne-dilly: And sing, Hey ding a ding ding, And do the tother thing: And when 'tis done, not miss To give my wench a kiss: And then dance_, Canst thou not hit it? _Ho, brave William Cricket_! How like you this, granam? MOTHER MIDNIGHT. Marry, God's benison light o' thy good heart for't. Ha, that I were young again! i' faith, I was an old doer at these love-songs when I was a girl. NURSE. Now, by the Mary matins, Peg, thou hast got the merriest wooer in all womanshire. PEG. Faith, I am none of those that love nothing but _tum, dum, diddle_. If he had not been a merry shaver, I would never have had him. WILL CRICKET. But come, my nimble lass, Let all these matters pass, And in a bouncing bravation, Let's talk of our copulation. What good cheer shall we have to-morrow? Old grandsire Thickskin, you that sit there as melancholy as a mantle-tree, what will you give us toward this merry meeting? GRIPE. Marry, because you told me a merry goose case, I'll bestow a fat goose on ye, and God give you good luck. MOTHER MIDNIGHT. Marry, well-said, old master: e'en God give them joy indeed; for, by my vay, they are a good, sweet young couple. WILL CRICKET. Granam, stand out o' the way; for here come gentlefolk will run o'er you else. _Enter_ FORTUNATUS, SOPHOS, _and_ LELIA. NURSE. Master, here comes your son again. GRIPE. Is Fortunatus there? Welcome, Fortunatus: Where's Sophos? FORTUNATUS. Here Sophos is, as much o'erworn with love, As you with grief for loss of Lelia. SOPHOS. And ten times more, if it be possible: The love of Lelia is to me more dear, Than is a kingdom or the richest crown That e'er adorn'd the temples of a king.