+M. Mumbl.+ Nowe by the token that God tokened brother, I will deliuer no token one nor other. I haue once ben so shent for your maisters pleasure, As I will not be agayne for all hys treasure. +D. Dough.+ He will thank you woman. +M. Mumbl.+ I will none of his thanke. _Ex._ +D. Dough.+ I weene I am a prophete, this geare will proue blanke: But what should I home againe without answere go? It were better go to _Rome_ on my head than so. I will tary here this moneth, but some of the house Shall take it of me, and then I care not a louse. But yonder commeth forth a wenche or a ladde, If he haue not one Lumbardes touche, my lucke is bad. Actus. ij. Scæna. iij. +Truepenie. D. Dough. Tibet T. Anot Al.+ +Trupeny.+ I am cleane lost for lacke of mery companie, We gree not halfe well within, our wenches and I, They will commaunde like mistresses, they will forbyd, If they be not serued, Trupeny must be chyd. Let them be as mery nowe as ye can desire, With turnyng of a hande, our mirth lieth in the mire, I can not skill of such chaungeable mettle, There is nothing with them but in docke out nettle. +D. Dough.+ Whether is it better that speake to him furst, Or he first to me, it is good to cast the wurst. If I beginne first, he will smell all my purpose, Otherwise I shall not neede any thing to disclose. +Trupeny.+ What boy haue we yonder? I will see what he is. +D. Dough.+ He commeth to me. It is hereabout ywis. +Trupeny.+ Wouldest thou ought friende, that thou lookest so about? +D. Dough.+ Yea, but whether ye can helpe me or no, I dout. I seeke to one mistresse Custance house here dwellyng. +Trupenie.+ It is my mistresse ye seeke too by your telling. +D. Dough.+ Is there any of that name heere but shee? +Trupenie.+ Not one in all the whole towne that I knowe pardee. +D. Dough.+ A Widowe she is I trow. +Trupenie.+ And what and she be? +D. Dough.+ But ensured to an husbande. +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 vs for acquaintance shake handes togither, And what ere thou be, heartily welcome hither. +Tib. Talk.+ Well Trupenie neuer but flinging. +An. Alyface.+ And frisking? +Trupenie.+ Well Tibet and Annot, still swingyng and whiskyng? +Tib. Talk.+ But ye roile abroade. +An. Alyface.+ In the streete euere where. +Trupenie.+ Where are ye twaine, in chambers when ye mete me there? But come hither fooles, I haue one nowe by the hande, Seruant 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 +An. Alyface.+ I hope we shal better know +Tib. Talk.+ And when wil our new master come. +D. Dough.+ Shortly I trow.