But ho: where is Trotter?
[Here enters Trotter, the Millers man, to them: And they
within call to him for their gryste.]
TROTTER.
Wheres Trotter? why, Trotter is here. Yfaith, you and your
daughter go up and down weeping and wamenting, and keeping of
a wamentation, as who should say, the Mill would go with your
wamenting.
MILLER.
How now, Trotter? why complainest thou so?
TROTTER.
Why, yonder is a company of young men and maids, keep such a
stir for their grist, that they would have it before my stones
be ready to grind it. But, yfaith, I would I could break wind
enough backward: you should not tarry for your gryst, I
warrant you.
MILLER.
Content thee, Trotter, I will go pacify them.
TROTTER.
Iwis you will when I cannot. Why, look, you have a Mill--
Why, whats your Mill without me? Or rather, Mistress, what
were I without you?
[Here he taketh Em about the neck.]
EM.
Nay, Trotter, if you fall achyding, I will give you over.
TROTTER.
I chide you, dame, to amend you. You are too fine to be a
Millers daughter; for if you should but stoop to take up the
tole dish, you will have the cramp in your finger at least
ten weeks after.
MILLER.
Ah, well said, Trotter; teach her to play the good huswife,
and thou shalt have her to thy wife, if thou canst get her
good will.
TROTTER.
Ah, words wherein I see Matrimony come loaden with kisses to
salute me! Now let me alone to pick the Mill, to fill the
hopper, to take the tole, to mend the sails, yea, and to make
the mill to go with the very force of my love.
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