comes one makes 'bomination suit to be my sprused husband.

WILL CRICKET.
Lord, that my heart would serve me to speak to her, now she talks of her
sprused husband! Well, I'll set a good face on't. Now I'll clap me as
close to her as Jone's buttocks of a close-stool, and come over her with
my rolling, rattling, rumbling eloquence. Sweet Peg, honey Peg, fine
Peg, dainty Peg, brave Peg, kind Peg, comely Peg; my nutting, my
sweeting, my love, my dove, my honey, my bunny, my duck, my dear, and my
darling:

Grace me with thy pleasant eyes,
And love without delay;
And cast not with thy crabbed looks
A proper man away.

PEG.
Why, William, what's the matter?

WILL CRICKET.
What's the matter, quotha? Faith, I ha' been in a fair taking for you, a
bots on you! for t'other day, after I had seen you, presently my belly
began to rumble. What's the matter, thought I. With that I bethought
myself, and the sweet comportance of that same sweet round face of thine
came into my mind. Out went I, and, I'll be sworn, I was so near taken,
that I was fain to cut all my points. And dost hear, Peg? if thou dost
not grant me thy goodwill in the way of marriage, first and foremost
I'll run out of my clothes, and then out of my wits for thee.

PEG.
Nay, William, I would be loth you should do so for me.

WILL CRICKET.
Will you look merrily on me, and love me then?

PEG.
Faith, I care not greatly if I do.

WILL CRICKET.
Care not greatly if I do? What an answer's that? If thou wilt say, I,
Peg, take thee, William, to my spruse husband--

PEG.
Why, so I will. But we must have more company for witnesses first.

[_Enter Dancers and Piper_.]

WILL CRICKET.
That needs not. Here's good store of young men and maids here.

PEG.
Why, then, here's my hand.

WILL CRICKET.
Faith, that's honestly spoken. Say after me: I, Peg Pudding, promise
thee, William Cricket, that I'll hold thee for my own sweet lily, while
I have a head in mine eye and a face on my nose, a mouth in my tongue
and all that a woman should have from the crown of my foot to the sole
of my head. I'll clasp thee and clip thee, coll thee and kiss thee,
till I be better than nought and worse than nothing. When thou art ready
to sleep, I'll be ready to snort; when thou art in health, I'll be in
gladness; when thou art sick, I'll be ready to die; when thou art mad,
I'll run out of my wits, and thereupon I strike thee good luck. Well
said, i' faith. O, I