Have. Roasted fury. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Meanwell, Moth.
Mean. If what I speak prove false, then stigmatise me.
Moth.[144] I was not what you mean; depardieu,[145]
You snyb[146] mine old years, sans fail I wene[147] you bin
A jangler[148] and a golierdis.[149]
Mean. I swear
By those two Janus' heads you had of us,
And your own too, as reverend as those,
There is one loves you that you think not on.
Moth. Nad be, none pleasaunce is to me ylaft,[150]
This white top writeeth much my years, i-wis,
My fire yreken is in ashen cold.[151]
I can no whit of dalliance: if I kissen,
These thick stark bristles of mine beard will pricken
Ylike the skin of hound-fish. Sikerly[152]
What wends against the grain is lytherly.[153]
Mean. Methinks y' are strong enough and very lusty,
Fit to get heirs: among your other pieces
Of age and time let one young face be seen
May call you father.
Moth. Wholesome counsel! But
The world is now full tickle[154] sykerly;
'Tis hard to find a damosel unwenned;[155]
They being all coltish and full of ragery,[156]
And full of gergon[157] as is a flecken[158] pie.
Whoso with them maketh that bond anon,
Which men do clyppen[159] spousail or wedlock,
Saint Idiot is his lord, i-wis.
Mean. This is
No tender and wanton thing; she is a staid
And settled widow, one who'll be a nurse
Unto you in your latter days.