Swearing the pedlers shall have emptie packs, 15
If that faire wether may make chapmen buy.
Lacie. But, lovely Peggie, Semele is dead,
And therefore Phœbus from his pallace pries,
And, seeing such a sweet and seemly saint,
Shewes all his glories for to court your selfe. 20
Margret. This is a fairing, gentle sir, indeed,
To sooth me up with such smooth flatterie;
But learne of me, your scoffe's[1312] to[o] broad before.—
Well, Jone, our bewties[1313] must abide their jestes;