Man. For my love let us some night be there,
At a banket or a rare supper;
And get us some wanton meat
So we may have some dainty thing—
Yet would I spend twenty shilling
Wheresoever I it get.
Bod. Lust. Nay, nay! will ye spend a couple of crowns?
And there shall no gentleman in these ten towns
Be better served than ye;
Nor be received more honestly,
As to an house of bawdry,
For a banket or a junkery,
For a dish two or three.
Man. Yes! that will I spend with all mine heart.
Bod. Lust. By your leave, I will depart
To make ready this gear.
Man. What! now, in all this haste?
Bod. Lust. Yea, fore God, sir! I am aghast
That other knaves will come thither
Before us and take up all.
Man. See thereto, I pray thee!
Bod. Lust. So I shall;
Else, fie on all together! [Then goeth he out.
Wor. Aff. Now will Margery make great mone
Because ye come not.
Man. Yea, let her alone!
I am not her bondman, parde!
She hath disappointed me or now.