But who cometh forth yond from my sweetheart Custance?
My matter frameth well; this is a lucky chance.
ACTUS I., SCÆNA 3.
Madge Mumblecrust[64] spinning on the distaff: Tibet Talkapace sowing: Annot Alyface knitting: R. Roister behind.
M. Mumbl. If this distaff were spun, Margery Mumblecrust—
Tib. Talk. Where good stale ale is, will drink no water, I trust.
M. Mumbl. Dame Custance hath promised us good ale and white bread.
Tib. Talk. If she keep not promise, I will beshrew her head.
But it will be stark night, before I shall have done.