_M. Mery._ Well mocke[415] muche of hir, and keepe hir well I vise[416] ye. I will take no charge of such a faire piece keeping. _M. Mumbl._ What ayleth thys fellowe? he driveth me to weeping. 20 _M. Mery._ What weepe on the weddyng day? be merrie woman, Though I say it, ye have chose a good gentleman. _R. Royster._ Kocks nownes[417] what meanest thou man[?] tut a whistle[418][!] [_M. Mery._][419] Ah sir, be good to hir, she is but a gristle,[420] C i Ah sweete lambe and coney. 25 _R. Royster._ Tut thou art deceived. _M. Mery._ Weepe no more lady, ye shall be well received. Up wyth some mery noyse sirs, to bring home the bride.[421] _R. Royster._ Gogs armes knave, art thou madde? I tel thee thou art wide.[422] _M. Mery._ Then ye entende by nyght to have hir home brought. _R. Royster._ I tel thee no. 30 _M. Mery._ How then? _R. Royster._ Tis neither ment ne thought. _M. Mery._ What shall we then doe with hir? _R. Royster._ Ah foolish harebraine, This is not she. _M. Mery._ No is?[423] why then unsayde againe, And what yong girle is this with your mashyp so bolde? _R. Royster._ A girle? _M. Mery._ Yea. I dare say, scarce yet three score yere old. 34 _R. Royster._ This same is the faire widowes nourse of whome ye wotte. _M. Mery._ Is she but a nourse of a house? hence home olde trotte, Hence at once. _R. Royster._ No, no. _M. Mery._ What an please your maship A nourse talke so homely[424] with one of your worship? _R. Royster._ I will have it so: it is my pleasure and will. 39 _M. Mery._ Then I am content. Nourse come againe, tarry still. _R. Royster._ What, she will helpe forward this my sute for hir part. _M. Mery._ Then ist mine owne pygs nie,[425] and blessing on my hart. _R. Royster._ This is our best friend[,] man[!] _M. Mery._ Then teach hir what to say[!] _M. Mumbl._ I am taught alreadie. _M. Mery._ Then go, make no delay. _R. Royster._ Yet hark one word in thine eare. 45 _M. Mery_ [_Dobinet, etc., press on Royster, who pushes them back_]. Back sirs from his taile. _R. Royster._ Backe vilaynes, will ye be privie of my counsaile? _M. Mery._ Backe sirs, so: I tolde you afore ye woulde be shent. _R. Royster._ She shall have the first day a whole pecke of argent. _M. Mumbl._ A pecke? _Nomine patris_ [_crossing herself_], have ye so much spare?[426] _R. Royster._ Yea and a carte lode therto, or else were it bare, 50 Besides other movables, housholde stuffe and lande. _M. Mumbl._ Have ye lands too. _R. Royster._ An hundred marks. _M. Mery._ Yea a thousand. _M. Mumbl._ And have ye cattell too? and sheepe too? _R. Royster._ Yea a fewe.