M. Mumbl. I was nere so shoke[453] up afore since I was borne,

That our mistresse coulde not have chid[453] I wold have sworne:

And I pray God I die if I ment any harme,

But for my life time this shall be to me a charme.

D. Dough. God you save and see nurse, and howe is it with you? 5

M. Mumbl. Mary a great deale the worse it is for suche as thou.

D. Dough. For me? Why so?

M. Mumb. Why wer not thou one of them, say,

That song and playde here with the gentleman last day?

D. Dough. Yes, and he would know if you have for him spoken.