Tyb. What! art thou not gone yet out of this place?
I had went,[268] thou haddest ben come agayn in the space:
But, by cokkis soule, and I shulde do the ryght,
I shulde breke thy knaves heed to nyght.
Johan. Nay, than if my wyfe be set a chydyng, 310
It is tyme for me to go at her byddyng.
There is a proverbe, whiche trewe nowe preveth,
He must nedes go that the dyvell dryveth. [He goes to the Priest's house.]
How mayster curate, may I come in
At your chamber dore, without ony syn. 315