Enter Servant, above.
Ser. Who's there? what noise is this? what rogue
At these hours?
Thom. O what is that to you my fool?
O what is that to you,
Pluck in your face you bawling Ass,
Or I will break your brow. hey down, down, down.
A new Ballad, a new, a new.
Fid. The twelfth of April, on May day,
My house and goods were burnt away, &c. [Maid above.
Maid. Why who is this?
Lan. O damsel dear,
Open the door, and it shall appear,
Open the door.
Maid. [O gentle squire.]
I'le see thee hang'd first: farewel my dear,
'Tis master Thomas, there he stands.
Enter Mary above.
Mary. 'Tis strange
That nothing can redeem him: rail him hence,
Or sing him out in's own way, any thing
To be deliver'd of him.
Maid. Then have at him:
My man Thomas did me promise
He would visit me this night.