Jen. Trow, you have hit it; for, master, be it known to you, there is some good-will betwixt Madge the souce-wife[305] and I; marry, she hath another lover.
Geo. Can'st thou brook any rivals in thy love?
Jen. A rider! no, he is a sow-gelder and goes afoot. But Madge 'pointed to meet me in your wheat-close.
Geo. Well, did she meet you there?
Jen. Never make question of that. And first I saluted her with a green gown, and after fell as hard a-wooing as if the priest had been at our backs to have married us.
Geo. What, did she grant?
Jen. Did she grant! never make question of that. And she gave me a shirt-collar wrought over with no counterfeit stuff.
Geo. What, was it gold?
Jen. Nay, 'twas better than gold.