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1. Serv.

O yes, my lord, but very idle words,

For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,

Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door,

And rail upon the hostess of the house,

And say you would present her at the leet,

Because she brought stone jugs and no seal’d quarts.

Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.

Sly.

Ay, the woman’s maid of the house.

3. Serv.

Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid,

Nor no such men as you have reckon’d up,

As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,

And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell,

And twenty more such names and men as these,

Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Sly.

Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!

All.

Amen.

Enter [the Page as a] lady, with Attendants.

Sly.

I thank thee, thou shalt not lose by it.

Page.

How fares my noble lord?

Sly.

Marry, I fare well, for here is cheer enough.

Where is my wife?

Page.

Here, noble lord, what is thy will with her?

Sly.

Are you my wife and will not call me husband?

My men should call me ‘lord’; I am your goodman.