WILL CRICKET.
Care not greatly if I do? What an answer's that? If thou wilt say, I,
Peg, take thee, William, to my spruse husband—
PEG.
Why, so I will. But we must have more company for witnesses first.
[Enter Dancers and Piper.]
WILL CRICKET.
That needs not. Here's good store of young men and maids here.
PEG.
Why, then, here's my hand.
WILL CRICKET. Faith, that's honestly spoken. Say after me: I, Peg Pudding, promise thee, William Cricket, that I'll hold thee for my own sweet lily, while I have a head in mine eye and a face on my nose, a mouth in my tongue and all that a woman should have from the crown of my foot to the sole of my head. I'll clasp thee and clip thee, coll thee and kiss thee, till I be better than nought and worse than nothing. When thou art ready to sleep, I'll be ready to snort; when thou art in health, I'll be in gladness; when thou art sick, I'll be ready to die; when thou art mad, I'll run out of my wits, and thereupon I strike thee good luck. Well said, i' faith. O, I could find in my hose to pocket thee in my heart! Come, my heart of gold, let's have a dance at the making up of this match. Strike up, Tom Piper. [They dance. Come, Peg, I'll take the pains to bring thee homeward; and at twilight look for me again. [Exeunt.
Enter ROBIN GOODFELLOW and PETER PLOD-ALL.
ROBIN GOODFELLOW. Come hither, my honest friend. Master Churms told me you had a suit to me; what's the matter?
PETER PLOD-ALL.
Pray ye, sir, is your name Robin Goodfellow?
ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
My name is Robin Goodfellow.