CIVET.
By my troth, god a mercy for this, good Christopher,
I thank thee for my maid, I like her very well. How
doest thou like her, Frances?
FRANCES. In good sadness, Tom, very well, excellent well; she speaks so prettily.—I pray what’s your name?
LUCY.
My name, forsooth, be called Tanikin.
FRANCES. By my troth, a fine name. O Tanikin, you are excellent for dressing one’s head a new fashion.
LUCY.
Me sall do every ting about da head.
CIVET.
What countrywoman is she, Kester?
FATHER.
A dutch woman, sir.
CIVET.
Why then she is outlandish, is she not?
FATHER.
I, sir, she is.
FRANCES. O, then, thou canst tell how to help me to cheeks and ears?