[_Johan._] Lo, nowe am I redy to go to Syr Jhan, And byd hym come as fast as he can. [_Tyb._] Ye, do so without ony taryeng. 260 But I say, harke! thou hast forgot one thyng; Set up the table, and that by and by.[264] Nowe go thy ways. [_Johan._] I go shortly;[265] But se your candelstykkis be not out of the way. _Tyb._ Come agayn, and lay the table I say; 265 What! me thynkkis, ye have sone don! _Johan._ Nowe I pray God that his malediction Lyght on my wyfe, and on the baulde[266] preest. _Tyb._ Nowe go thy ways and hye the! seest? _Johan._ I pray to Christ, if my wyshe be no synne, 270 That the preest may breke his neck, whan he comes in. _Tyb._ Now cūm again. _Johan._ What a myschefe wylt thou, fole! _Tyb._ Mary, I say, brynge hether yender stole. _Johan._ Nowe go to, a lyttell wolde make me For to say thus, a vengaunce take the! 275 _Tyb._ Nowe go to hym, and tell hym playn, That tyll thou brynge hym, thou wylt not come agayn. _Johan._ This pye doth borne here as it doth stande. _Tyb._ Go, washe me these two cuppes in my hande. _Johan._ I go, with a myschyefe lyght on thy face! 280 _Tyb._ Go, and byd hym hye hym a pace, And the whyle I shall all thynges amende. _Johan._ This pye burneth here at this ende. Understandest thou? _Tyb._ Go thy ways, I say. _Johan._ I wyll go nowe, as fast as I may. 285 _Tyb._ How, come ones agayne: I had forgot; Loke, and there be ony ale in the pot. _Johan._ Nowe a vengaunce and a very myschyefe Lyght on the pylde[267] preest, and on my wyfe, On the pot, the ale, and on the table, 290 The candyll, the pye, and all the rable, On the trystels, and on the stole; A iv _b_ It is moche ado to please a curst fole. _Tyb._ Go thy ways nowe, and tary no more, For I am a hungred very sore. 295 _Johan._ Mary, I go. _Tyb._ But come ones agayne yet; Brynge hyther that breade, lest I forget it. _Johan._ I-wys it were tyme for to torne The pye, for y-wys it doth borne. _Tyb._ Lorde! how my husbande nowe doth patter, 300 And of the pye styl doth clatter. Go nowe, and byd hym come away; I have byd the an hundred tymes to day. _Johan._ I wyll not gyve a strawe, I tell you playne, If that the pye waxe cold agayne. 305 _Tyb._ What! art thou not gone yet out of this place? I had went,[268] thou haddest ben come agayn in the space: But, by cokkis soule, and I shulde do the ryght, I shulde breke thy knaves heed to nyght.