Hans. Wat begaie you? Vat vod you, Frister?[83]
Sybil. Marry, you must come to my young mistress, to pull on her shoes you made last.
Hans. Vare ben your egle fro, vare ben your mistris?[84]
Sybil. Marry, here at our London house in Cornhill.
Firk. Will nobody serve her turn but Hans?
Sybil. No, sir. Come, Hans, I stand upon needles.
Hodge. Why then, Sybil, take heed of pricking.
Sybil. For that let me alone. I have a trick in my budget. Come, Hans.
Hans. Yaw, yaw, ic sall meete yo gane.[85] [Exit Hans and Sybil.