Fath. Thou hast hit it again! The jade must have been born a
sempstress! If ever I marry, she shall work for my wife. The gown
was the same gown, and there was my mistress's twentieth mood!

Thos. What think you will Master Walter say when he comes back? I
fear he'll hardly know his country maid again. Has she yet fixed
her wedding-day?

Fath. She has, Master Thomas. I coaxed it from her maid. She
marries, Monday week.

Thos. Comes not Master Walter back to-day?

Fath. Your master expects him. [A ringing.] Perhaps that's he. I
prithee go and open the door; do, Master Thomas, do; for proves it
my master, he'll surely question me.

Thos. And what should I do?

Fath. Answer him, Master Thomas, and make him none the wiser.
He'll go mad, when he learns how my lady flaunts it! Go! open the
door, I prithee. Fifty things, Master Thomas, know you, for one
thing that I know! You can turn and twist a matter into any other
kind of matter; and then twist and turn it back again, if needs be;
so much you servants of the town beat us of the country, Master
Thomas. Open the door, now; do, Master Thomas, do!

[They go out.]