DON. The Friar courts her. [Standing behind.
PRIOR. Tush, let them alone;
He is our Lady's Chaplain, but serves Joan.
DON. Then, from the Friar's fault, perchance, it may be
The proverb grew, Joan's taken for my lady.
PRIOR. Peace, good Sir Doncaster, list to the end.
JEN. But mean ye faith and troth? shall I go wi' ye?
TUCK. Upon my faith, I do intend good faith.
JEN. And shall I have the pins and laces too,
If I bear a pedlar's pack with you?
TUCK. As I am holy Friar, Jenny, thou shalt.
JEN. Well, there's my hand; see, Friar, you do not halt.
TUCK. Go but before into the miry mead,
And keep the path that doth to Farnsfield lead;
I'll into Southwell and buy all the knacks,
That shall fit both of us for pedlar's packs.