Ay come forth all three: and come hither pretie mayde:
Will not so many forewarnings make you afrayde?
Tib. Talk. Yes forsoth.
C. Custance. But stil be a runner vp and downe
Still be a bringer of tidings and tokens to towne.
Tib. Talk. No forsoth mistresse.
C. Custance. Is all your delite and ioy
In whiskyng and ramping abroade like a Tom boy.
Tib. Talk. Forsoth these were there too, Annot and Trupenie.
Trupenie. Yea but ye alone tooke it, ye can not denie.