"A bangled-eared buffoon as ever lived!" quoth she; "and a fool into the bargain."
"So be it," saith I; for I was set upon keeping my temper. "What dost thou say to Beryamen Piggin, the brewer?"
"A say if ever a piggin was in sore need o' a new link, 'tis that one," saith she. "And, what's more, I'll not serve for 't," saith she.
"How, then, of Nanfan Speckle, the tanner?"
"A's as pied as a's name," quoth she, "both soul and body."
"There be Jezreel Spittlewig, the joiner."
"Methinks," quoth she, "if a'd do a little joining to a's own shackling body, a might hold together long enough to go through the marriage ceremony," saith she. "Howbeit, I'm not a-sure of 't."
"Well, then, Jack Stirthepot, the chair-mender."
"A'd have to stir th' pot with a witch ere a brewed a wedding with me," quoth she.
"What sayest to Reuben Puff, the tinker?"