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Mis. Gou. And yet you see that I cast downe the hill,

Mi. Ba. I, I beshrew ye, tis not with my will.

Mis Gou. Do ye beshrew me?

Mi. Bar. No, I beshrew the dice.
That turne you vp more at once, then me at twise.

Mi. Gou. Well, you shall see them turne for you anon.

Mi. Bar. But I care not for them when your game is done,

Mi. Gou. My game, what game?

Mi. Bar. Your game, your game at tables.

Mi. Gou. Well mistresse, well, I haue red Æsops fables,
And know your morrals meaning well enough.

Mi, Bar. Loe you'l be angry, now heeres good stuffe,

M. Gour. How now woman, who hath wonne the game?

Mi. Gou. No body yet.

M. Bar. Your wife's the fairest far't.

Mi Bar. I in your eye.

Mi. Gou. How do you meane?

Mi Bar. He holds you fairer for't then I.

Mi. Gou. For what forsooth?

Mi. Bar. Good gamster, for your game.

M, Bar. Well, try it out, t'is all but in the bearing.

Mi. Bar. Nay if it come to bearing, shee'l be best.

Mi. Gou. Why, you'r as good a bearer as the rest.

Mi. Bar. Nay thats not so, you beare one man too many.

Mi. Gou. Better doe so then beare not any.

M. Ba. Beshrew me, but my wiues iestes grow too bitter.
Plainer speeches for her were more bitter,
Malice lyes inbowelled in her tongue,
And new hatcht hate makes euery iest a wrong.

Mi. Go. Looke ye mistresse now I hit yee.

Mi. Bar. Why I, you neuer vse to misle a blot,
Especially when it stands so faire to hit.

Mi. Gou. How meane ye mistresse Barnes?

Mi. Ba. That mistresse Gourse's in the hitting vaine.

Mi. Gou. I hot your man.

Mi. Bar. I, I, my man, my man, but had I knowne,
I would haue had my man stood neerer home.

Mi. Gou. Why had ye kept your man in his right place,
I should not then haue hit him with an ase.

Mi. Bar.