Tib. Talk. Doth my talk grieve you? Alack, God save your grace!
M. Mumbl. I hold a groat, ye will drink anon for this gear.
Tib. Talk. And I will not pray you the stripes for me to bear.
M. Mumbl. I hold a penny, ye will drink without a cup.
Tib. Talk. Whereinsoe'er ye drink, I wot ye drink all up.
An. Alyface. By Cock,[70] and well sewed, my good Tibet Talkapace.
Tib. Talk. And e'en as well knit, my nown Annot Alyface.
R. Roister (aside). See what a sort she keepeth, that must be my wife:
Shall not I, when I have her, lead a merry life?
Tib. Talk. Welcome, my good wench, and sit here by me just.