When, Maud, with a pestilence! what, mak’st thou no haste? Of barberry[171] incense belike thou wouldest taste! By the gods, I have stayed a full great while: My lord he is near at hand by this at the church-stile, And all for Maud mumble-turd, that mangpodding madge, By the gods, if she hie not, I’ll give her my badge.
MANSIPULA. What, drake-nosed drivel, begin you to flont? I’ll fry you in a faggot-stick, by Cock, goodman lout. You boaster, you bragger, you brawling knave, I’ll pay thee thy forty-pence, thou brawling slave My lady’s great business belike is at end, When you, goodman dawcock, lust for to wend. You cod’s-head, you crack-rope, you chattering pie, Have with ye, have at ye, your manhood to try. [_Beat and hustle him._]
HAPHAZARD. What! hold your hands, masters. What! fie for shame, fie! What culling, what lulling, what stir have we here? What tugging, what lugging, what pugging by the ear. What, part and be friends, and end all this strife.
MANSIPULUS. Nay, rather I wish her the end of my knife.
MANSIPULA. Draw it, give me it, I will it receive, So that for to place it I might have good leave: By the gods, but for losing my land, life and living, It should be so placed he should have ill-thriving.
MANSIPULUS. By the gods, how ungraciously the vixen she chatteth.
MANSIPULA. And he even as knavishly my answer he patteth.
HAPHAZARD. Here is nought else but railing of words out of reason, Now tugging, now tattling, now muzzling in season. For shame! be contented, and leave off this brawling.
MANSIPULUS. Content, for I shall repent it for this my tongue-wralling.
MANSIPULA. Thou knave, but for thee, ere this time of day My lady’s fair pew had been strawed[172] full gay, With primroses, cowslips, and violets sweet, With mints and with marigolds, and margoram meet, Which now lieth uncleanly, and all ’long of thee: That a shame recompense thee for hindring of me!
MANSIPULUS. Ah pretty prank-parnel, the cushion and book, Whereon he should read and kneel are present, here look. My lord, when he seeth me, he will cast such an eye, As pinch will my heart near ready to die. And thus wise and thus wise his hand will be walking, With thou, precious knave: away; get thee packing. [_Here let him [pretend to] fight._