Eliz. But know you, Sir, that all my husband's vassals
Are bidden bar their doors to me?
Hugo. I know it:
And therefore come you in; my house is mine:
No upstarts shall lay down the law to me;
Not they, mass: but mind you, no canting here--
No psalm-singing; all candles out at eight:
Beggars must not be choosers. Come along!
Eliz. I thank you, Sir; and for my children's sake
I do accept your bounty. [aside] Down, proud heart--
Bend lower--lower ever: thus God deals with thee.
Go, Guta, send the children after me. [Exeunt severally.]
[Two Peasants enter.]
1st Peas. Here's Father January taken a lease of March month, and
put in Jack Frost for bailiff. What be I to do for spring-feed if
the weather holds,--and my ryelands as bare as the back of my hand?
2d Peas. That's your luck. Freeze on, say I, and may Mary Mother
send us snow a yard deep. I have ten ton of hay yet to sell--ten
ton, man--there's my luck: every man for himself, and--Why here
comes that handsome canting girl, used to be about the Princess.
[Guta enters.]
Guta. Well met, fair sirs! I know you kind and loyal,
And bound by many a favour to my mistress:
Say, will you bear this letter for her sake
Unto her aunt, the rich and holy lady
Who rules the nuns of Kitzingen?
2d Peas.
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