I will haste me home to my task once more.
I see mine aunt standing before her door.
In seemly wise I will her greet.—
Aunt, may Christ make all your sorrow sweet,
And all them you love keep both fair and well.
AUNT
Fy, welcome, devil, how do ye in hell?
Well, mistress, what would ye hereabout?
MARY
Mine eme sent me at noon, without a doubt,