From our dame's husband, but I wot well I was shent;
From our dame's husband, but I wot well I was shent;
For it liked her as well (to tell you no lies)
As water in a[103] ship, or salt cast in her eyes:
And yet, whence it came, neither we nor she can tell.
M. Merry. We shall have sport anon: I like this very well. [Aside.
And dwell ye here with mistress Custance, fair maid?
Tib. Talk. Yea, marry do I, sir: what would ye have said?
M. Merry. A little message unto her, by word of mouth.
Tib. Talk. No messages, by your leave, nor tokens forsooth.