MAN. Fie, fie, how slow am I of understanding!
Was it all this while, _Domine, labia aperies?_
Belike I have lost my sense of hearing,
With broiling and burning in the kitchen o' days.[322]
MAID. I promise thee thou seemest to have done little better,
For that I wot in my life I never saw
One like to thyself in so easy a matter,
Unless he were deaf, thus play the daw.[323]
MAN. Come on, come on, we have almost forgotten
Such plenty of victuals as we should buy;
It were alms,[324] by my troth, thou were well beaten,
Because so long thou hast made me tarry.
MAID. Tush, tush, we shall come in very good season,
If so be thou goest as fast as I;
Take up thy basket, and quickly have done,
We will be both there by and by.
MAN. I for my part will never leave running,
Until that I come to the sign of the Whiting.
[_Here the two Cooks run out, and in cometh the
Young Man and the Young Woman his lover_.
THE YOUNG WOMAN.
Where is my sweeting,[325] whom I do seek?
He promised me to have met me here:
Till I speak with him I think it a week,
For he is my joy, he is my cheer!
There is no night, there is no day,
But that my thoughts be all of him;
I have no delight, if he be away:
Such toys in my head do ever swim.
But behold at the last, where he doth come.
For whom my heart desired long;
Now shall I know, all and some,[326]
Or else I would say I had great wrong.
THE YOUNG MAN.
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