MOTHER MIDNIGHT. Marry, God's benison light o' thy good heart for't. Ha, that I were young again! i' faith, I was an old doer at these love-songs when I was a girl.
NURSE. Now, by the Mary matins, Peg, thou hast got the merriest wooer in all womanshire.
PEG. Faith, I am none of those that love nothing but tum, dum, diddle. If he had not been a merry shaver, I would never have had him.
WILL CRICKET.
But come, my nimble lass,
Let all these matters pass,
And in a bouncing bravation,
Let's talk of our copulation.
What good cheer shall we have to-morrow? Old grandsire Thickskin, you that sit there as melancholy as a mantle-tree, what will you give us toward this merry meeting?
GRIPE. Marry, because you told me a merry goose case, I'll bestow a fat goose on ye, and God give you good luck.
MOTHER MIDNIGHT. Marry, well-said, old master: e'en God give them joy indeed; for, by my vay, they are a good, sweet young couple.
WILL CRICKET. Granam, stand out o' the way; for here come gentlefolk will run o'er you else.
Enter FORTUNATUS, SOPHOS, and LELIA.