A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 10

by Unknown

Van. Ventre? sal ic go to de sea, and be de sea, and o'er de sea, and in de sea, voor my sweet love.

Laur. Then you dare go into a basket? for I know no other means to enjoy your company than so, for my father hath the keys of the door.

Van. Sal ic climb up tot you? sal ic fly up tot you? sal ic? what sedgy?

Math. Bid him do it, sister; we shall see his cunning.

Laur. O, no; so you[530] may catch a fall. There, Master Heigham, put yourself into that basket, and I will draw you up. But no words, I pray you, for fear my sisters hear you.

Van. No, no, no word. O de sout wench! Ic come, ic come!

Laur. Are you ready, Master Heigham?

Van. Ya ic, my sout lady.

Mar. Merrily then, my wenches.

Laur. How heavy the ass is! Master Heigham, is there any in the basket but yourself?