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Scæna. ij.
Mage Mumblecrust. Dobinet Doughtie.M. Mumbl.
I Was nere so shoke vp afore since I was borne,
That our mistresse coulde not haue chid I wold haue sworne:
And I pray God I die if I ment any harme,
But for my life time this shall be to me a charme.
D. Dough.
God you saue and see nurse, and howe is it with you?
M. Mumbl.
Mary a great deale the worse it is for suche as thou.
D. Dough.
For me? Why so?
M. Mūb.
Why wer not thou one of thē, say,
That song and playde here with the gentleman last day?
D. Dough.
Yes, and he would know if you haue for him spoken.
And prayes you to deliuer this ring and token.
M. Mumbl.
Nowe by the token that God tokened brother,
I will deliuer no token one nor other.
As I will not be agayne for all hys treasure.
D. Dough.
He will thank you womā.
M. M.
I will none of his thāke.
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.
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