Rafe. Lady before I go, I must remember
Your fathers Officers, who truth to tell,
Have been about me very diligent:
Hold up thy snowy hand thou princely maid,
There's twelvepence for your fathers Chamberlain.
And another shilling for his Cook,
For by my troth the Goose was rosted well.
And twelve pence for your fathers Horse-keeper,
For nointing my horse back, and for his butter
There is another shilling. [T]o the maid
That washt my boot-hose, there's an English groat,
And twopence to the boy that wip't my boots.
And last, fair Lady, there is for your self
Three pence to buy you pins at Bumbo Fair.
Lady. Full many thanks, and I will keep them safe
Till all the heads be off, for thy sake Rafe.
Rafe. Advance my Squire and Dwarf, I cannot stay.
Lady. Thou kil'st my heart in parting thus away. [Exeunt.
Wife. I commend Rafe, yet that he will not stoop to a Cracovian, there's properer women in London than any are there I-wis. But here comes Master Humphrey, and his love again, now George.
Cit. I Cunny, peace.
Enter Merchant, Humphrey, Luce, and Boy.
Merc. Go get you up, I will not be intreated.
And Gossip mine I'll keep you sure hereafter
From gadding out again, with boys and unthrifts,
Come they are womens tears, I know your fashion.
Go sirrah, lock her in, and keep the key, [Exit Luce and Boy.
Safe as [you love] your life. Now my son Humphrey,
You may both rest assured of my love
In this, and reap your own desire.
Hum. I see this love you speak of, through your daughter.
Although the hole be little, and hereafter
Will yield the like in all I may or can,
Fitting a Christian, and a Gentleman.
Merc. I Do believe you (my good son) and thank you.
For 'twere an impudence to think you flattered.