An. Alyface. You, sir? No, sir: I do no such tale tell.
R. Roister. But, and she knew me here!—
An. Alyface. Tibet Talkapace,
Your mistress Custance and mine must speak with your grace.
Tib. Talk. With me?
An. Alyface. You must come in to her, out of all doubts.
Tib. Talk. And my work not half-done? a mischief on all louts!
[Ex. amb.
R. Roister. Ah, good sweet nurse!
M. Mumbl. Ah, good sweet gentleman!