But in the meane season we trudge and we trot,
From dayspring to midnyght, I sit not, nor rest not. 40
And now am I sent to dame Christian Custance:
But I feare it will ende with a mocke for pastance.[451]
I bring hir a ring, with a token in a cloute,
And by all gesse, this same is hir house out of doute.
I knowe it nowe perfect, I am in my right way. 45
And loe yond the olde nourse that was wyth us last day.
Actus ii. Scæna ii.
Mage Mumblecrust. Dobinet Doughtie.