A head[1124] comes up full of golde, she combes it into her lap.
Zelan. Oh see, Corebus, I have combd a great deale of golde into my lap, and a great deale of corne. 745
Coreb. Well said, wench; now we shall have just[1125] enough. God send us coiners to coine our golde. But come, shall we go home, sweet heart?
Zelan. Nay, come, Corebus, I will lead you.
Coreb. So, Corebus, things have well hit, 750
Thou hast gotten wealth to mend thy wit.
Exit.
Enter Jack and the wandring knight.
Jack. Come away, maister, come.
Eum. Go along, Jack, Ile follow thee.
Jack, they say it is good to go crosse-legged, and say his prayers backward:[1126] how saiest thou? 755