_Tib. Talk._ So would I, if you coulde your clattering ceasse: But the devill can not make olde trotte[399] holde hir tong. _An. Alyface._ Let all these matters passe, and we three sing a song, So shall we pleasantly bothe the tyme beguile now, 45 And eke dispatche all our workes ere we can tell how. _Tib. Talk._ I shrew them that say nay, and that shall not be I. _M. Mumbl._ And I am well content. _Tib. Talk._ Sing on then by and by. _R. Royster_ [_aside_]. And I will not away, but listen to their song, Yet Merygreeke and my folkes tary very long. 50 TIB, AN, _and_ MARGERIE, _doe singe here_. Pipe mery Annot.[400] etc. Trilla, Trilla. Trillarie. Worke Tibet, worke Annot, worke Margerie. Sewe Tibet, knitte Annot, spinne Margerie. Let us see who shall winne the victorie. 55 _Tib. Talk._ This sleve is not willyng to be sewed I trowe, A small thing might make me all in the grounde to throwe. _Then they sing agayne._ Pipe merrie Annot. etc. Trilla. Trilla. Trillarie. What Tibet, what Annot, what Margerie. 60 Ye sleepe, but we doe not, that shall we trie. Your fingers be nombde, our worke will not lie. _Tib. Talk._ If ye doe so againe, well I would advise you nay. In good sooth one stoppe[401] more, and I make holy day. _They singe the thirde tyme._ Pipe Mery Annot. etc. 65 Trilla. Trilla. Trillarie. Nowe Tibbet, now Annot, nowe Margerie. B iii _b_ Nowe whippet[402] apace for the maystrie, But it will not be, our mouth is so drie. _Tib. Talk._ Ah, eche finger is a thombe to day me thinke, 70 I care not to let all alone, choose it swimme or sinke. _They sing the fourth tyme._ Pipe Mery Annot. etc. Trilla. Trilla. Trillarie. When Tibet, when Annot, when Margerie. I will not, I can not, no more can I. 75 Then give we all over, and there let it lye. _Lette hir caste downe hir worke._ _Tib. Talk._ There it lieth, the worste is but a curried cote[!][403] Tut I am used therto, I care not a grote. _An. Alyface._ Have we done singyng since? then will I in againe, Here I founde you, and here I leave both twaine. _Exeat._ _M. Mumbl._ And I will not be long after: Tib Talke apace. _Tib. Talk._ What is yᵉ matter? _M. Mumbl._ [_looking at R._]. Yond stode a man al this space And hath hearde all that ever we spake togyther.