MAID. I tell thee again, with Domine, labia aperies,
If now to hear it be thine ease.
MAN. How, how, with, my madam lay in the pease?
MAID. I think thou art mad! with Domine, labia aperies.
MAN. Yea, marry, I judged it went such ways;
It began with, Dorothy, lay up the keys!
MAID. Nay then, good night; I perceive by this gear,
That none is so deaf as who will not hear;
I spake as plainly as I could devise,
Yet me understand thou canst in no wise!
MAN. Why, yet once again, and I will better listen,
And look upon thee how thy lips do open.
MAID. Well, mark then, and hearken once for all,
Or else hear it again thou never shall;
My book, I say, began with Domine, labia aperies.
MAN. Fie, fie, how slow am I of understanding!
Was it all this while, Domine, labia aperies?
Belike I have lost my sense of hearing,
With broiling and burning in the kitchen o' days.[322]
MAID. I promise thee thou seemest to have done little better,
For that I wot in my life I never saw
One like to thyself in so easy a matter,
Unless he were deaf, thus play the daw.[323]
MAN. Come on, come on, we have almost forgotten
Such plenty of victuals as we should buy;
It were alms,[324] by my troth, thou were well beaten,
Because so long thou hast made me tarry.