Except I have her to my wife, I shall run mad. When Tibet, when Annot, when Margerie. Because to be his wife I ne grant nor apply, Hither will he come, he sweareth, by and by, To kill both me and mine, and beat down my house flat. Ah, yond I spy him now. What is a gentleman but his word and his promise? Ye speak like a capon that had the cough now: Be of good cheer, anon ye shall do well enow.
I hear them speak of Custance, which doth my heart good. E'en of very pity he is willing you to take, Because ye shall not destroy yourself for his sake. Ye may be by your going: for no Alderman Can go I dare say a sadder pace than ye can. But is your love, tell me first, in any wise, In the way of marriage, or of merchandise? I, whoe'er say nay, will stick by you till I die, Thus, good mistress Custance, the Lord you save and keep, 330 From me, Roister Doister, whether I wake or sleep. I daresay ye never thought it.
Speak to them: of mine office he shall have a cast. Oh, I would I had him here, the which did it endite. This lesson must I practise, or else ere long, With me, Mathew Merygreeke, it will be wrong. Nay, why said I tread? And I particularly enjoyed Roister Doister's threat to burn Christian Custance's house down after she refuses his suit. My matter frameth well, this is a lucky chance.
So would I too: but it needed not that stound. A mischief take his tokens, and him and thee too. Yet I thank you, mistress nurse, ye made no sticking. It was a little hard to get into because the entire play is in rhymed couplets, but once I got used to the rhythm enough to forget about it was pretty entertaining. Where are ye twain, in chambers when ye meet me there? If this distaff were spun, Margerie Mumblecrust - Tib.
No grudge remaining, No work refraining, Nor help restraining, 140 But lovingly to agree. For he knoweth present death to ensue of all ye give. I feel no such carriage. A former pupil, the writer and poet Thomas Tusser, wrote in later years of Udall flogging him for no good reason. No, but Mathew Merygreeke doth me most appall, That he would join himself with such a wretched lout. He vaunteth himself for a man of prowess great, Whereas a good gander, I daresay, may him beat. Well, I have not been taught to kissing and licking.
And now by these presents I do you advertise, that I am minded to marry you — in no wise for your goods and substance — I can be content to take you as you are. Dame Custance hath promised us good ale and white bread. As that thing may be true, so rich folks may be fools. Go call my musicians, bid them hie apace. Let him waste no more labour nor suit about me.
Sweet mistress, whereas I love you nothing at all regarding your richesse and substance — chief of all for your personage, beauty, demeanour, and wit I commend me unto you. Tut, can ye no better shake the tail of your gown? I can thee thank that thou canst such answers devise: But I perceive thou dost me throughly know. Although the felony of buggery carried a sentence of capital punishment, his sentence was reduced to just under a year in prison. How doth sweet Custance, my heart of gold, tell me how? And surely for thy sake she shall speed. Let us see your letter. Of course I can't help but read it in relation to Shakespeare's work, and it was interesting to see how far comedy had come by the time he started writing it, and to see where many of the elements in his works come from. Negligence in great affairs, ye know, may mar all.
As concerning my friend is anything amiss? Yet the grasshopper, for all his summer piping, Starveth in winter with hungry griping, Therefore another said saw doth men advise, That they be together both merry and wise. For exalt him, and have him as ye lust indeed: Yea, to hold his finger in a hole for a need. No, no, he told it all. No, so God me save. Why, were not thou one of them, say, That sang and played here with the gentleman last day? Wherein so e'er ye drink, I wot ye drink all up. To come behind, and make curtesy, thou must some pains take.
He brought a ring and token which he said was sent From our dame's husband, but I wot well I was shent: For it liked her as well, to tell you no lies, 30 As water in her ship, or salt cast in her eyes: And yet whence it came neither we nor she can tell. How long they stand prating! No, I am a poor homely man, as God made me. He will thank you, woman. That thing know all men ever since ye overthrew 120 The fellow of the lion which Hercules slew. I promise thou shalt not lack, while I have a groat.