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The vij scena

Enter doll and lob
Doll
/ O the passion of god so I shalbe swinged
so my bones shalbe bangd
the poredge pot is stolne what lob I say
come a way & be hangd
what lob I say come a way wt h a foule euill

Lob
/ what a lobbing makest thou
wt h a twenty deuill

Doll
/ Thou hast keept a goodly coile
thou whorsone hobling Iohn
thou keepst a tumbling of me
in the barne tell the poredge pot is gon

lob
/ Nay thou tumblest doune thy selfe
& was almost beare
nay I will tell my dame
how thou wolest neades feale my weare

Doll
/ Thou lyest whorsonne thou wilt
be cudgeld so thou wilt

lob
/ nay good doll say the the porridge
were all spilt/

Heer entreth mother bee wth a stick in her hand
Mother bee
/ what where be these whorecops
I promis you you keepe a goodly coyle
I serue the hoges I seeke the heenes nest
I moile & toyle
Thainkes be to god gentle woman
betwixt Iack & Ione
when I come in to breakfast
all the potage is gone
I pray ye mistris where is the potage
pot is that hid a way

Doll
/ whilest lob was kissing me in the barne
a knaue stole it a way

Mother be
/ yea godes bores one can scarse go to pissing
but my man & my maid
doe straight fall to kissing
Here she beateth them vp and downe the stage.
are yeu billing what my man lob
is be come a iolly ruffler
you are billing you I must be faine
to be a snuffler

lob
O dame dame if you will beate me no more
I will tell you a tale
when I was at the towne
one called you whore

Mother be
/ a whorsonne thou callest me
whore by craft
thou art a kentish man I trow

lob
/ why doll will not mend my breech
how wold you haue me goe

Doll
/ he lyes dame he lyes he teares it
nether wt h plowing nor carting
for it is not so sone mended
but he teares it out wt h farting

Enter Inquisition bringing in Idlenis wth the potage pot about his neck
Mother be
/ soft who haue we heare
I am as glad
as one wold giue me a croune
what haue I spied byr lady my
porredge pot is come to towne

Inquisition
/ what is this yor pottage pot
doe you know it if you se it

Mother be
/ whether it be mine or no
he had it from my fier side
he cannot deny it
Exit mother be

lob
/ O dame dame so I will girk him if
I had my whip
sirra dol we will accuse him of fellowship

Idlenis
/ Lett me alone & I will tell you
who stole yor egges
and likwise who stole yor
coke wt h the yellow legges

Induisition
/ well we will haue him to a Iustice
dispach come a waye

Lob
/ yea & lett him be whipte
vp & downe the towne
next markit day

goe out all