FIRK. Your cousin? No, master; one of your aunts, hand her; let them alone.
RALPH. I am in hand with them; she gave charge that none but I should do them for her.
FIRK. Thou do for her? Then twill be a lame doing, and that she loves not. Ralph, thou mightst have sent her to me, in faith, I would have yearked and firked your Priscilla. Hey, down a down, derry. This gear will not hold.
HODGE. How sayst thou, Firk, were we not merry at Old Ford?
FIRK. How, merry! Why, our buttocks went jiggy-joggy like a quagmire. Well, Sir Roger Oatmeal, if I thought all meal of that nature, I would eat nothing but bagpuddings.
RALPH. Of all good fortunes my fellow Hans had the best.
FIRK. Tis true, because Mistress Rose drank to him.
HODGE. Well, well, work apace. They say, seven of the aldermen be dead, or very sick.
Note 1. London: a street before Hodges shop. [back]
Note 2. Forward, Firk thou art a jolly youngster. Hark, ay, master, I pray you cut me a pair of vamps for Master Jeffreys boots. Vamps are the upper leathers of a shoe. [back]
Note 3. Counterfeits sometimes means vamps. [back]
Note 4. What do you want, what would you, girl? [back]
Note 5. Where is your noble lady, where is your mistress? [back]