¶Prin. Come hether Frances.
Fran. My Lord. _
¶Prin. How long ha
st thou to
serue Frances?
1005Fran. For
sooth, fiue yeeres, and as much as to.
¶Prin. Fiue yeare, berlady a long lea
se for the clinking of pew-
¶ter; but Frances, dare
st thou be
so valiant, as to play the cowarde
1010with thy Indenture, and
shewe it a faire paire of heeles, and run
¶Fran. O Lord
sir, ile be
sworne vpon all the bookes in Eng-
¶land, I could find in my hart.
¶Poin. Frances.
Fran. Anon sir. _
¶Prin. How old art thou Frances?
¶Fran. Let me
see, about Michelmas next I
shalbe.
¶Fran. Anon
sir, pray
stay a little my Lord.
1020Prin. Nay but harke you Frances, for the
sugar thou gaue
st
¶me, twas a peniworth, wa
st not?
¶Fran. O Lord, I would it had bin two.
¶Prince. I will giue thee for it a thou
sand pound, a
ske me when
¶thou wilt, and thou
shalt haue it,
1025Poin. Frances.
Fran. Anon, anon._
¶Prin. Anon Frances, no Frances, but to morrow Frances: or
¶Frances a Thur
sday; or indeede Fraunces when thou wilt. But
¶Prin. Wilt thou rob this leathern Ierkin, cri
stall button, not-
¶pated, agat ring, puke
stocking, Caddice garter,
smothe tongue,
¶Fran. O Lord
sir, who do you meane?
1035Prin. Why then your brown ba
stard is your only drinke? for
¶looke you Fraunces, your white canuas doublet will
sulley. In
¶Barbary
sir, it cannot come to
so much.
¶Fran. What
sir?
Poin. Frances._
1040Prin. Away you rogue, do
st thou not heare them cal.
¶ Here they both cal him, the Drawer stands amazed not knowing
¶Vint. What
stand
st thou
stil and hear
st
such a calling? looke
