Tib. Talk. Chyde, and finde faultes, and threaten to complaine.
An. Alyface. To make vs poore girles shent to hir is small gaine.
M. Mumbl. I dyd neyther chyde, nor complaine, nor threaten.
R. Royster. It woulde grieue my heart to see one of them beaten.
M. Mumbl. I dyd nothyng but byd hir worke and holde hir peace.
Tib. Talk. So would I, if you coulde your clattering ceasse:
But the deuill can not make olde trotte holde hir tong.
An. Alyface. Let all these matters passe, and we three sing a song,
So shall we pleasantly bothe the tyme beguile now,
And eke dispatche all our workes ere we can tell how.