NURSE. And so the case was yours, and the goose was his: and so it came to be a goose's case.
WILL CRICKET.
True: but now we are talking of geese, see where Peg and my granam
Midnight comes.
Enter MOTHER MIDNIGHT and PEG.
MOTHER MIDNIGHT. Come, Peg, bestir your stumps, make thyself smug, wench; thou must be married to-morrow: let's go seek out thy sweetheart, to prepare all things in readiness.
PEG.
Why, granam, look where he is.
WILL CRICKET. Ha, my sweet tralilly: I thought thou couldst spy me amongst a hundred honest men. A man may see that love will creep where it cannot go. Ha, my sweet and too sweet: shall I say the tother sweet?
PEG.
Ay, say it and spare not.
WILL CRICKET.
Nay, I will not say it: I will sing it.
Thou art mine own sweetheart,
From thee I'll never depart;
Thou art my Ciperlillie,
And I thy Trangdidowne-dilly:
And sing, Hey ding a ding ding,
And do the tother thing:
And when 'tis done, not miss
To give my wench a kiss:
And then dance, Canst thou not hit it?
Ho, brave William Cricket!
How like you this, granam?