+M. Mumbl.+ I holde a grote ye will drinke anon for this geare. +Tib. Talk.+ And I wyll pray you the stripes for me to beare. +M. Mumbl.+ I holde a penny, ye will drink without a cup. +Tib. Talk.+ Wherein so ere ye drinke, I wote ye drinke all vp. +An. Alyface.+ By Cock and well sowed, my good Tibet Talke apace. +Tib. Talk.+ And een as well knitte my nowne Annot Alyface. +R. Royster.+ See what a sort she kepeth that must be my wife. Shall not I when I haue hir, leade a merrie life? +Tib. Talk.+ Welcome my good wenche, and sitte here by me iust. +An. Alyface.+ And howe doth our old beldame here, Mage Mumblecrust? +Tib. Talk.+ Chyde, and finde faultes, and threaten to complaine. +An. Alyface.+ To make vs poore girles shent to hir is small gaine. +M. Mumbl.+ I dyd neyther chyde, nor complaine, nor threaten. +R. Royster.+ It woulde grieue my heart to see one of them beaten. +M. Mumbl.+ I dyd nothyng but byd hir worke and holde hir peace. +Tib. Talk.+ So would I, if you coulde your clattering ceasse: But the deuill can not make olde trotte 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, 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.+ And I will not away, but listen to their song, Yet Merygreeke and my folkes tary very long. +Tib+, +An+, _and_ +Margerie+, _doe singe here_. Pipe mery Annot. etc. Trilla, Trilla. Trillarie. Worke Tibet, worke Annot, worke Margerie. Sewe Tibet, knitte Annot, spinne Margerie. Let vs see who shall winne the victorie. +Tib. Talk.+ This sleue 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. 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 aduise you nay. In good sooth one stoppe more, and I make holy day. _They singe the thirde tyme._ Pipe Mery Annot. etc. Trilla. Trilla. Trillarie. Nowe Tibbet, now Annot, nowe Margerie. Nowe whippet 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, 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. _Lette hir caste downe hir vvorke._ Then giue we all ouer, and there let it lye. +Tib. Talk.+ There it lieth, the worste is but a curried cote, Tut I am vsed therto, I care not a grote.