Wor. Aff. Yet, on my faith, sir! and I were as you
At the least I would excuse me.
Send her word that ye in no wise
May this night keep her promise;
And, if ye do not so,
She will so mourn that, as I think,
Of all this night she will sleep no wink,
She shall be so full of woe.
Man. Yea, on my peril! take no care;
This answer will I defer and spare
Till I be certain
What answer Bodily Lust shall bring
Of this other pretty new thing
When he cometh again.
Wor. Aff. Will it please you that I go to Margery
In your stead?
Man. Marry! that were merry;
Wouldst thou serve me so?
Wor. Aff. Why, sir, by my troth! I mean but well.
Man. Yea, what thou meanest I can not tell,
But that shall thou not do.
Wor. Aff. In good faith, sir! ye may do worse;
For, while I have anything in my purse,
Or any penny to spend,
I will make her even such cheer
As I would mine own wife if she were here;
Else, God defend!
Man. Yea, I thank thee for thy good will;
But as for that cheer, keep it still
Till I call thereon!
Wor. Aff. By God, sir! for good love I spake it;
And now that I see ye will not take it
I shall let it alone. [Re-enter Bodily Lust.
Man. How now? hast thou been yonder away?
Bod. Lust. Yea, sir!