That ye humbly beseech him, ye may his wife be, 80

And that there shall be no let in you nor mistrust,

But to be wedded on Sunday next if he lust,

And biddeth you to looke for him.

C. Custance. Doth he byd so?

M. Mery. When he commeth, aske hym whether he did or no?

C. Custance. Goe say, that I bid him keepe him warme at home 85

For if he come abroade, he shall cough me a mome.[475]

My mynde was vexed, I shrew his head sottish dolt.

M. Mery. He hath in his head[——][476]