Passeth the prowdest that hath pleasd mine eye.
But, Peg, disclose not that thou art in love, 70
And shew as yet no sign of love to him,
Although thou well wouldst wish him for thy love;
Keepe that to thee till time doth serve thy turne,
To shew the greefe wherein thy heart doth burne.—
Come, Jone and Thomas, shall we to the faire?— 75
You, Beckls man, will not forsake us now?
Lacie. Not whilst I may have such quaint girls as you.
Margret. Well, if you chaunce to come by Fresingfield,