Wife. I thought he would tell him.
Mer. Unhappy that I am to lose my child:
Now I begin to think on Jasper's words,
Who oft hath urg'd to me thy foolishness,
Why didst thou let her go, thou lov'st her not,
That wouldst bring home thy life, and not bring her.
Hum. Father forgive me, I shall tell you true,
Look on my shoulders they are black and blue,
Whilst too and fro fair Luce and I were winding,
He came and basted me with a hedge binding.
Mer. Get men and horses straight, we will be there
Within this hour; you know the place again?
Hum. I know the place where he my loins did swaddle,
I'll get six horses, and to each a saddle.
Mer. Mean time I'll go talk with Jaspers Father. [Exeunt.
Wife. George, What wilt thou lay with me now, that Master Humphrey has not Mistriss Luce yet, speak George what wilt thou lay with me?
Cit. No Nell, I warrant thee, Jasper is at Puckeridge with her by this.
Wife. Nay George, you must consider Mistriss Lucies feet are tender, and besides, 'tis dark, and I promise you truly, I do not see how he should get out of Waltham Forrest with her yet.
Cit. Nay Cunny, what wilt thou lay with me that Ralph has her not yet.