THERSITES.
Cursest thou, old whore? bless me again,
Or I will bless thee, that shall be to thy pain.
[Then he must take her by the arms, and she crieth out as followeth:
MATER.
He will kill me,
He will spill me,
He will bruise me,
He will lose me,
He will prick me,
He will stick me.
THERSITES.
The devil stick thee, old withered witch,
For I will stick nother thee nor none such.
But come off, give me thy blessing again:
I say, let me have it, or else certain
With my club I will lay thee on the brain.
MATER.
Well, seeing thou threatenest to me affliction,
Spite of my heart, have now my benediction.
Now Christ's sweet blessing and mine
Light above and beneath the body of thine,
And I beseech with all my devotion,
That thou mayst come to a man's promotion!
He that forgave Mary Magdalen her sin,
Make thee highest of all thy kin!