A Select Collection of Old English Plays, vol 2

YOUTH. Pride, I thank you of your labour That you had to fetch this fair flow'r.

PRIDE. Lo, youth, I told thee That I would bring her with me. Sir, I pray you tell me now, How she doth like you?

YOUTH. Verily, well she pleaseth me, For she is courteous, gentle, and free. How do you, fair lady? How fare you, tell me.

LECHERY. Sir, if it please you, I do well enou', And the better that you will wit.

YOUTH. Riot, I would be at the tavern fain, Lest Charity us meet and turn us again: Then would I be sorry, because of this fair lady.

RIOT. Let us go again betime, That we may be at the wine, Ere ever that he come.

PRIDE. Hie thee apace, and go we hence; We will let for none expense.

YOUTH. Now we will fill the cup and make good cheer; I trust I have a noble here. Hark, sirs, for God Almighty, Hearest thou not how they fight? In faith we shall them part. If there be any wine to sell, They shall no longer together dwell; No, then I beshrew my heart.

RIOT. No, sir, so m