M. Mumbl. He promised to give you a whole pecke of golde. 15

C. Custance. Perchaunce lacke of a pynte when it shall be all tolde.

M. Mumbl. I would take a gay riche husbande, and I were you.

C. Custance. In good sooth Madge, een so would I, if I were thou.[444]

But no more of this fond talke now, let us go in,

And see thou no more move me folly to begin. 20

Nor bring mee no mo letters for no mans pleasure,

But thou know from whom.

M. Mumbl. I warrant ye shall be sure.