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Scæna. iiij.

C. Custance. Tibet. Annot Alyface. Trupeny.
C. Custāce.
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 runnner vp & downe
Still be a bringer of tidings and tokens to towne.

Tib Talk.
No forsooth mistresse.

C. Custāce.
Is all your delite and ioy
In whiskyng and ramping abroade like a Tom boy.

Tib. Talk.
Forsoth these were there too, Annot and Trupenie.

Trupenie.
Yea but ye alone tooke it, ye can not denie.

Annot Aly.
Yea that ye did.

Tibet.
But if I had not, ye twaine would.

C. Custāce.
You great calfe ye should haue more witte, so ye should:
But why shoulde any of you take such things in hande?

Tibet.
Bicause it came from him that must be your husbande.

C. Custāce.
How do ye know that?

Tibet.
Forsoth the boy did say so.

C. Custāce.
What was his name?

An. Al.
We asked not.

C. Cust.
No did?

An. Aliface.
He is not farre gone of likelyhod.

Trupeny.
I will see.

C. Custāce.
If thou canst finde him in the streete bring him to me.

Trupenie.
Yes.

Exeat.
C. Cust.
Well ye naughty girles, if euer I perceiue
That henceforth you do letters or tokens receiue,
To bring vnto me from any person or place,
Except ye first shewe me the partie face to face,
Eyther thou or thou, full truly abye thou shalt.

Tibet.
Pardon this, and the next tyme pouder me in salt.

C. Custāce.
I shall make all girles by you twaine to beware.

Tibet.
If I euer offende againe do not me spare.
But if euer I see that false boy any more
By your mistreshyps licence I tell you afore
I will rather haue my cote twentie times swinged,
Than on the naughtie wag not to be auenged.

C. Custāce.
Good wenches would not so rampe abrode ydelly,
But keepe within doores, and plie their worke earnestly,
If one would speake with me that is a man likely,
Ye shall haue right good thanke to bring me worde quickly.
But otherwyse with messages to come in post
From henceforth I promise you, shall be to your cost.
Get you in to your work.

Tib. An.
Yes forsoth.

C. C.
Hence both twaine.
And let me see you play me such a part againe.

Trupeny.
Maistresse, I haue runne past the farre ende of the streete,
Yet can I not yonder craftie boy see nor meete.

C. Custāce.
No?

Trupeny.
Yet I looked as farre beyonde the people.
As one may see out of the toppe of Paules steeple.

C. Custāce.
Hence in at doores, and let me no more be vext.

Trupeny.
Forgeue me this one fault, and lay on for the next.

C. Custāce.
Now will I in too, for I thinke so God me mende,
This will proue some foolishe matter in the ende.

Exeat.