I heare them speake of Custance, which doth my heart good,
To heare hir name spoken doth even comfort my blood.
M. Mumbl. Sit downe to your worke Tibet like a good girle.
Tib. Talk. Nourse medle you with your spyndle and your whirle, 10
No haste but good, Madge Mumblecrust, for whip and whurre[393]
The olde proverbe doth say, never made good furre.
M. Mumbl. Well, ye wyll sitte downe to your worke anon, I trust.
Tib. Talk. Soft fire maketh sweete malte,[394] good Madge Mumblecrust.
M. Mumbl. And sweete malte maketh joly good ale for the nones. 15
Tib. Talk. Whiche will slide downe the lane without any bones.