Raphe. I, so she will promise me two things. 30
Castile. Whats that, Raphe?
Raphe. That shee will never scold with Ned, nor fight with me.—Sirha Harry, I have put her downe with a thing unpossible.
Henry. Whats that, Raphe? 34
Raphe. Why, Harrie, didst thou ever see that a woman could both hold her tongue and her handes? No: but when egge-pies growes on apple-trees, then will thy gray mare proove a bag-piper.
Emperour. What saies[1511] the Lord of Castile and the Earle of Lincolne, that they are in such earnest and secret talke?
Castile. I stand, my lord, amazed at his talke, 40
How he discourseth of the constancie
Of one surnam'd, for beauties excellence,
The Faire Maid of merrie Fresingfield.