Coc. Hadamoy key, dost thou frown, medianthon teukey? Nay, look here. Numeron key, silver blithefor cany, os cany goblet: us key ne moy blegefoy oteeston pox, on you gosling!
Fra. By me fait, dis bin very fine langage; ick sall bush ye now; ha, be garzon, vare had you dat plate?
Coc. Hedemoy key, get you gone, punk rampant, key, common up-tail!
Enter Mary Faugh in haste.
Mar. O daughter, cousin, niece, servant, mistress!
Coc. Humpum, plumpum squat, I am gone. 20
[Exit Cocledemoy.
Mar. There is one Master Malheureux at the door desires to see you. He says he must not be denied, for he hath sent this ring; and withal says ’tis done.
Fra. Vat sall me do now, God’s sacrament! Tell him two hours hence he sall be most affectionately velcome; tell him (vat sall me do?), tel him ick am bin in my bate, and ick sall perfume my feets, mak a mine body so delicate for his arm, two hours hence.
Mar. I shall satisfy him: two hours hence, well. 29