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I cannot but must marvel much, of Ioachim my Lord, And why he cometh not home to dine, according to his word. Was it not at 〈◊〉 o'clock that he said he would dine, How think you both in faith is it not, a little past that time. Not much Madam he is not soont to break his promise just, No, no, Madam, he will ere long be with you, you may trust. What yonder he is methinks. It is he in very deed. I will not say unto you now, what you did cause me think, In deed I will conceal it now, and at the matter wink. What Susan dost thou chide me now, I will fell thee my mind, That women there be none at all, but shrews they are by kind, Well, well, to avoid this controversy, I will confess that crime, And I pray you heartily to arise, and let us home to dine. What is it dinner time so soon, methinks it scantly noon, Yes good my Lord I pray you now, make ready and go we soon. Lo now my masters you may see, the state of married men, My wife is come, I must be gone, I must yield to her when, And reason good forsooth it is, for every man to do, In some thing as his wife shall will, his willing heart unto. Ye speak it well in very deed, but it were hard to find, If both your words and heart did 'gree in uttering this your mind, If he speak not his thought Madam, I dare beshrew his heart, For as he said I think in deed, and shall do for my part. Your conclusion now I see, is that I should obey, wise in this her small request, well, well, I say not nay, But Susan come let us go home, the sooner shall we dine, As I do you, so shall you me, obey another time. And reason good in faith my Lord, both now and always to, That I should follow your behests, as reason wills me do. Well farewell my masters till afternoon, I trust you will dine, and be here again soon. I warrant you we will not be long, If we should, we should do you wrong. Now Master Sensuality I would master Doctor were here. I had rather talk with him, then hear of this gear. Oh Venus that hath suffered me, to quench my youthful fire, With love of those from time to time, that I did most desire. And Cupid to that never erst didst seek to quench the heart. Of her to whom thou gavest might to mitigate my smart, Continue still your friendly guise, to me your ancient man, And now with point of piercing dart, do cause that fair Susan, May love again those that love her, grant this you Gods to me, and pull away even what you will, I crave no more but she.
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¶I cannot but must marueyle much, of Ioachim my Lorde, And why he commeth not home to dyne, according to his worde. Was it not at a Clock that he sayd he would dyne, How thinke you both in fayth is it not, a little past that tyme. ¶Not much Madam he is not soont to breake his promyse iust, ¶No, no, Madam, he will ere long be with you, you may trust. ¶What yonder he is me thinkes. ¶It is he in very deede. ¶I will not say vnto you now, what you did cause me thinke, In déede I will conceale it now, and at the matter winke. ¶What Susan doest thou chyde me now, I will fell thée my mynde, That women there be none at all, but shrewes they are by kynde, ¶Well, well, to auoyde this controuersye, I will confesse that cryme, And I pray you hartily to aryse, and let vs home to dyne. ¶What is it dinner tyme so soone, me thinkes it scantly noone, ¶Yes good my Lord I pray you now, make ready and go we soone. ¶Loe now my maysters you may sée, the state of marryed men, My wyfe is come, I must be gone, I must yéelde to her when, ¶And reason good forsooth it is, for euery man to doe, In some thing as his wyfe shall will, his willing hart vnto. ¶Ye speake it well in very déede, but it were harde to fynde, If both your wordes and hart did gree in vttering this your mynde, ¶If he speake not his thought Madam, I dare beshrew his harte, For as he sayd I thinke in déede, and shall doe for my parte. ¶Your conclusyon now I sée, is that I should obay, wyse in this her small request, well, well, I say not nay, But Susan come let vs go home, the sooner shall we dyne, As I doe you, so shall you me, obay another tyme. ¶And reason good in fayth my Lorde, both now and alwayes to, That I should follow your behestes, as reason wils me do. ¶Well farewell my Maysters till after noone, I trust you will dyne, and be here agayne soone. ¶I warrant you we will not be long, ¶If we should, we should do you wrong. ¶Now Mayster Sensuality I would mayster Doctor were here▪ ¶I had rather talke with him, then heare of this geare. ¶Oh Venus that hath suffred me, to quench my youthfull fyre, With loue of those from tyme to time, that I did most desyre. And Cupid to that neuer earst didst séeke to quench the hart. Of her to whome thou gauest might to mittigate my smart, Continue still your friendly guyse, to me your auncient man, And now with poynt of pearcing dart, doe cause that fayre Susan, May loue agayne those that loue her, graunt this you Gods to me, and pull away euen what you will, I craue no more but she.