+An. Alyface.+ Haue we done singyng since? then will I in againe, Here I founde you, and here I leaue both twaine. _Exeat._ +M. Mumbl.+ And I will not be long after: Tib Talke apace. +Tib. Talk.+ What is ye matter? +M. Mumb.+ Yond stode a man al this space And hath hearde all that euer we spake togyther. +Tib. Talk.+ Mary the more loute he for his comming hither. And the lesse good he can to listen maidens talke. I care not and I go byd him hence for to walke: It were well done to knowe what he maketh here away. +R. Royster.+ Nowe myght I speake to them, if I wist what to say. +M. Mumbl.+ Nay we will go both off, and see what he is. +R. Royster.+ One that hath hearde all your talke and singyng ywis. +Tib. Talk.+ The more to blame you, a good thriftie husbande Woulde elsewhere haue had some better matters in hande. +R. Royster.+ I dyd it for no harme, but for good loue I beare, To your dame mistresse Custance, I did your talke heare. And Mistresse nource I will kisse you for acquaintance. +M. Mumbl.+ I come anon sir. +Tib. Talk.+ Faith I would our dame Custance Sawe this geare. +M. Mumbl.+ I must first wipe al cleane, yea I must. +Tib. Talk.+ Ill chieue it dotyng foole, but it must be cust. +M. Mumbl.+ God yelde you sir, chad not so much ichotte not whan, Nere since chwas bore chwine, of such a gay gentleman. +R. Royster.+ I will kisse you too mayden for the good will I beare you. +Tib. Talk.+ No forsoth, by your leaue ye shall not kisse me. +R. Royster.+ Yes be not afearde, I doe not disdayne you a whit. +Tib. Talk.+ Why shoulde I feare you? I haue not so little wit, Ye are but a man I knowe very well. +R. Royster.+ Why then? +Tib. Talk.+ Forsooth for I wyll not, I vse not to kisse men. +R. Royster.+ I would faine kisse you too good maiden, if I myght. +Tib. Talk.+ What shold that neede? +R. Royster.+ But to honor you by this light. I vse to kisse all them that I loue to God I vowe. +Tib. Talk.+ Yea sir? I pray you when dyd ye last kisse your cowe. +R. Royster.+ Ye might be proude to kisse me, if ye were wise. +Tib. Talk.+ What promotion were therein? +R. Royster.+ Nourse is not so nice. +Tib. Talk.+ Well I haue not bene taught to kissing and licking. +R. Royster.+ Yet I thanke you mistresse Nourse, ye made no sticking. +M. Mumbl.+ I will not sticke for a kosse with such a man as you. +Tib. Talk.+ They that lust: I will againe to my sewyng now. +An. Alyfac[e].+ Tidings hough, tidings, dame Custance greeteth you well. +R. Royster.+ Whome me? +An. Alyface.+ You sir? no sir? I do no suche tale tell. +R. Royster.+ But and she knewe me here. +An. Alyface.+ Tybet Talke apace, Your mistresse Custance and mine, must speake with your grace. +Tib. Talk.+ With me? +An. Alyface.+ Ye muste come in to hir out of all doutes. +Tib. Talk.+ And my work not half done? A mischief on all loutes. _Ex. am._ +R. Royster.+ Ah good sweet nourse. +M. Mumb.+ A good sweete gentleman. +R. Royster.+ What?