MERCATORE. A vostro commandamento, Madonna, me obey. [Exeunt.
Enter SIMONY and PETER PLEASEMAN, like a parson.[186]
SIMONY.
Now proceed with your tale, and I'll hear thee.
PETER.
And so, sir, as I was about to tell you,
This same Presco and this same Cracko be both my parishioners now;
And, sir, they fell out marvellously together about you:
This same Cracko took your part, and said that the clergy
Was upholden by you, and maintained very worshipfully.
So, sir, Presco he would not grant that in no case,
But said that you did corrupt the clergy, and dishonour that holy place.
Now, sir, I was weary to hear them at such great strife,
For I love to please men, so long as I have life:
Therefore I beseech your mastership to speak to Lady Lucre,
That I may be her chaplain, or else to serve her.
SIMONY.
What is your name?
PETER.
Sir Peter.
SIMONY.
What more?
PETER.
Forsooth, Pleaseman.
SIMONY.
Then, your name is Sir Peter Pleaseman?
PETER.
Ay, forsooth.