CLERK. 
You mean, you would be asked i’ the church?

WILL CRICKET.  Ay, that’s it.  A bots on’t, I cannot hit of these marrying terms yet.  And I’ll desire my landlord here and his son to be at the celebration of my marriage too.  I’ faith, Peter, you shall cram your guts full of cheesecakes and custards there; and, sirrah clerk, if thou wilt say amen stoutly, i’ faith, my powder-beef-slave, I’ll have a rump of beef for thee, shall make thy mouth stand o’ the tother side.

CLERK. 
When would you have it done?

WILL CRICKET.  Marry, e’en as soon as may be.  Let me see; I will be asked i’ the church of Sunday morning prayer, and again at evening prayer, and the next holyday that comes, I will be asked i’ the forenoon and married i’ the afternoon, for, do you mark, I am none of these sneaking fellows that will stand thrumming of caps and studying upon a matter, as long as Hunks with the great head has been about to show his little wit in the second part of his paltry poetry,[156] but if I begin with wooing, I’ll end with wedding, and therefore, good clerk, let me have it done with all speed; for, I promise you, I am very sharp-set.

CLERK.  Faith, you may be asked i’ the church on Sunday at morning prayer, but Sir John cannot ’tend[157] to do it at evening prayer, for there comes a company of players to the town on Sunday i’ the afternoon, and Sir John is so good a fellow that I know he’ll scarce leave their company to say evening prayer; for, though I say it, he’s a very painful man, and takes so great delight in that faculty, that he’ll take as great pain about building of a stage or so, as the basest fellow among them.

WILL CRICKET.  Nay, if he have so lawful an excuse, I am content to defer it one day the longer; and, landlord, I hope you and your son Peter will make bold with us, and trouble us.

PLOD-ALL.  Nay, William, we would be loth to trouble you; but you shall have our company there.

WILL CRICKET.  Faith, you shall be very heartily welcome, and we will have good merry rogues there, that will make you laugh till you burst.

PETER PLOD-ALL. 
Why, William, what company do you mean to have?

WILL CRICKET.  Marry, first and foremost, there will be an honest Dutch cobbler, that will sing I will noe meare to Burgaine[158] go, the best that ever you heard.

PETER PLOD-ALL. 
What, must a cobbler be your chief guest?  Why, he’s a base fellow.

WILL CRICKET.  A base fellow!  You may be ashamed to say so, for he’s an honest fellow and a good fellow; and he begins to carry the very badge of good-fellowship upon his nose, that I do not doubt but in time he will prove as good a cup-companion as Robin Goodfellow himself.  Ay, and he’s a tall fellow, and a man of his hands too, for, I’ll tell you what—­tie him to the bull-ring, and for a bag-pudding, a custard, a cheesecake, a hog’s cheek, or a calf’s head, turn any