+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, And we shall go in our frenche hoodes euery day, In our silke cassocks (I warrant you) freshe and gay, In our tricke serdegews and billiments of golde, Braue in our sutes of chaunge seuen double folde, Then shall ye see Tibet sirs, treade the mosse so trimme, Nay, why sayd I treade? ye shall see hir glide and swimme, Not lumperdee clumperdee like our spaniell Rig. +Trupeny.+ Mary then prickmedaintie come toste me a fig, Who shall then know our Tib Talke apace trow ye? +An. Alyface.+ And why not Annot Alyface as fyne as she? +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 ioily mery knot. Shall we sing a fitte to welcome our friende, Annot? +An. Alyface.+ Perchaunce he can not sing. +D. Dough.+ I am at all assayes. +Tib. Talk.+ By cocke and the better welcome to vs alwayes. _Here they sing._ A thing very fitte For them that haue witte, And are felowes knitte Seruants in one house to bee, Is fast fast for to sitte, And not oft to flitte, Nor varie a whitte, But louingly to agree. No man complainyng, Nor other disdayning, For losse or for gainyng, But felowes or friends to bee. No grudge remainyng, No worke refrainyng, Nor helpe restrainyng, But louingly to agree. No man for despite, By worde or by write His felowe to twite, But further in honestie, No good turnes entwite, Nor olde sores recite, But let all goe quite, And louingly to agree. After drudgerie, When they be werie, Then to be merie, To laugh and sing they be free With chip and cherie Heigh derie derie, Trill on the berie, And louingly to agree. _Finis._ +Tib. Talk.+ Wyll you now in with vs vnto our mistresse go? +D. Dough.+ I haue first for my maister an errand or two. But I haue here from him a token and a ring, They shall haue moste thanke of hir that first doth it bring. +Tib. Talk.+ Mary that will I. +Trupeny.+ See and Tibet snatch not now. +Tib. Talk.+ And why may not I sir, get thanks as well as you? _Exeat._ +An. Alyface.+ Yet get ye not all, we will go with you both. And haue part of your thanks be ye neuer so loth. [_Exeant omnes._ +D. Dough.+ So my handes are ridde of it: I care for no more. I may now return home: so durst I not afore. _Exeat._ Actus. ij. Scæna. iiij. +C. Custance. Tibet. Annot Alyface. Trupeny.+ +C. Custance.+ Nay come forth all three: and come hither pretie mayde: Will not so many forewarnings make you afrayde? +Tib. Talk.+ Yes forsoth. +C. Custance.+ But stil be a runner vp and downe Still be a bringer of tidings and tokens to towne. +Tib. Talk.+ No forsoth mistresse. +C. Custance.+ Is all your delite and ioy In whiskyng and ramping abroade like a Tom boy.