Frol. Looke you, Gammer, of the Gyant and the Kings Daughter,[1035] and I know not what. I have seene the day when I was a little one, 80 you might have drawne mee a mile after you with such a discourse.
Old woman. Well, since you be so importunate, my good man shall fill the pot and get him to bed; they that ply their worke must keepe good howres. One of you goe lye with him; he is a cleane skind man, I tell you, without either spavin or windgall; so I am 85 content to drive away the time with an old wives winters tale.
Fantast. No better hay in Devonshire,[1036] a my word, Gammer, Ile be one of your audience.
Frolicke. And I another: thats flat.
Anticke. Then must I to bed with the good man. Bona nox 90 Gammer; God night, Frolicke.
Smith. Come on, my lad, thou shalt take thy unnaturall[1037] rest with me.
Exeunt Anticke and the Smith.
Frollicke. Yet this vantage shall we have of them in the morning, to bee ready at the sight thereof extempore.[1038] 95
Old wom. Nowe this bargaine, my masters, must I make with you, that you will say hum & ha to my tale, so shall I know you are awake.
Both. Content, Gammer, that will we doo.