I will take no charge of such a fair piece keeping.
M. Mumbl. What aileth this fellow? he driveth me to weeping.
M. Merry. What, weep on the wedding-day? be merry, woman:
Though I say it, ye have chose a good gentleman.
R. Roister. Kock's nowns,[80] what meanest thou, man? tut, a whistle.
M. Merry. Ah, sir, be good to her; she is but a gristle:
Ah, sweet lamb and coney!
R. Roister. Tut, thou art deceived.
M. Merry. Weep no more, lady, ye shall be well received.