_Trupenie._ Yea, so thinke we. _D. Dough._ And I dwell with hir husbande that trusteth to be. _Trupenie._ In faith then must thou needes be welcome to me, Let us for acquaintance shake handes togither, 25 And what ere thou be, heartily welcome hither. _Tib. Talk._ Well Trupenie never but flinging.[458] [entering with AN.] _An. Alyface._ And frisking? _Trupenie._ Well Tibet and Annot, still swingyng and whiskyng? _Tib. Talk._ But ye roile abroade. _An. Alyface._ In the streete evere where. _Trupenie._ Where are ye twaine, in chambers when ye mete me there? 30 But come hither fooles, I have one nowe by the hande, Servant to hym that must be our mistresse husbande, Byd him welcome. _An. Alyface._ To me truly is he welcome. _Tib. Talk._ Forsooth and as I may say, heartily welcome. _D. Dough._ I thank you mistresse maides. 35 _An. Alyface._ I hope we shal better know. _Tib. Talk._ And when wil our new master come. _D. Dough._ Shortly I trow. _Tib. Talk._ I would it were to morow: for till he resorte Our mistresse being a Widow hath small comforte, And I hearde our nourse speake of an husbande to day Ready for our mistresse, a riche man and a gay, 40 And we shall go in our frenche hoodes[459] every day, In our silke cassocks (I warrant you) freshe and gay, In our tricke[460] ferdegews and billiments of golde,[461] Brave[462] in our sutes of chaunge seven double folde, Then shall ye see Tibet sirs, treade the mosse so trimme, 45 Nay, why sayd I treade? ye shall see hir glide and swimme, Not lumperdee clumperdee like our spaniell Rig. _Trupeny._ Mary then prickmedaintie[463] come toste me a fig.[464] Who shall then know our Tib Talke apace trow ye? _An. Alyface._ And why not Annot Alyface as fyne as she? 50 _Trupeny._ And what had Tom Trupeny, a father or none? _An. Alyface._ Then our prety newe come man will looke to be one. _Trupeny._ We foure I trust shall be a joily mery knot. Shall we sing a fitte to welcome our friende, Annot? D i _An. Alyface._ Perchaunce he can not sing. 55 _D. Dough._ I am at all assayes.[465] _Tib. Talk._ By cocke and the better welcome to us alwayes. _Here they sing._