WIFE. Ay, so thou mayest, Much.
MUCH. That she sets new marks of all my old lady's linen (God rest her
soul!), and my young lord never had them since.
WIFE. Out, out! I took him them but for to whiten, as God mend me.
ELY. Leave off this idle talk; get ye both hence.
LIT. JOHN. I thank your honours: we are not in love
With being here.
We must seek service that are masterless.
[_Exeunt_ MUCH _and_ LITTLE JOHN.
ELY. Lord Prior of York, here's your commission.
You are best make speed, lest in his country houses,
By his appointment, all his herds be sold.
PRIOR. I thank your honour, taking humble leave.
[_Exit_.
ELY. And, Master Warman, here's your patent sealed
For the High Sheriffwick of Nottingham;
Except the king our master do repeal
This gift of ours.
JOHN. Let him the while possess it.
ELY. A God's name, let him; he hath my good will.
[_Exit_.
JOHN. Well, Warman, this proud priest I cannot brook.
But to our other matter: send thy wife away.
WAR. Go in, good wife; the prince with me hath private conference.
WIFE. By my troth, ye will anger me: now ye have the pattern, ye should
call me nothing but Mistress Sheriff; for I tell you I stand upon my
replications.
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