That ye humbly beseech him ye may his wife be,
And that there shall be no let in you nor mistrust,
But to be wedded on Sunday next, if he lust;
And biddeth you to look for him.
C. Custance. Doth he bid so?
M. Merry. When he cometh, ask him whether he did or no?
C. Custance. Go say, that I bid him keep him warm at home,
For, if he come abroad, he shall cough me a mome.[105]
My mind was vexed, I 'shrew his head, sottish dolt.
M. Merry. He hath in his head—