Chapter D: DOUGH. Shortly, I trow

TIB. TALK. I would it were to-morrow; for, till he resort,
Our mistress, being a widow, hath small comfort:
And I heard our nurse speak of an husband to-day,
Ready for our mistress; a rich man and a gay.
And we shall go in our French hoods every day:
In our silk cassocks (I warrant you) fresh and gay;
In our trick ferdegews and billiments of gold;
Brave in our suits of change, seven double fold.
Then shall ye see Tibet, sirs, tread the moss so trim;
Nay, why said I tread? ye shall see her glide and swim;
Not lumperdy-clumperdy, like our spaniel Rig.

TRUEPENNY. Marry, then, prick-me-dainty; come, toast me a fig.
Who shall then know our Tib Talkapace, trow ye?

AN. ALYFACE. And why not Annot Alyface as fine as she?

TRUEPENNY. And what, had Tom Truepenny a father or none?

AN. ALYFACE. Then our pretty new-come-man will look to be one.

TRUEPENNY. We four, I trust, shall be a jolly merry knot.
Shall we sing a fit[100] to welcome our friend, Annot?

AN. ALYFACE. Perchance, he cannot sing.