426 THE WIFE, LAPPED
But seeing it is thus, selfe doe selfe haue,
He is worse then mad that will him mone;
For I will no more, so God me saue,
But God send him ioy, with my daughter Jone.
She is as curste, I dare well swere,
And as angry y wis as euer was waspe:
If he her anger she will him tere,
And with her nayles also him claspe.
What auayleth it to say ought now?
The deede is done, no remedy there is :
Good cheare to make, I make God auowe,
Is now the best, withouten misse;
For now is the time it should so be,
To make good game and sporte in fay,
In comforting all this company,
That be assembled here this day.
The father and mother were dilligent still To welcome the friendes both more and lesse: The yong man did also his good will To serue them well at euery messe. Wherein the mother great pleasure tooke, And so did the father eake truely, The Bride gaue a friendly looke, Casting on him a wanton eye.
Then was the Brydegrome reioysed sore, Alway our Lord thanking of his great grace, Hauing in minde times many a score, That his Bryde shewed him such a fayre place. The mynstrelles played at euery bord, The people therewith reioysed right well, Geuing the Bridegrome their good word, And the biyde also, that in bewty did excell.
The time past forth, the dinner was done,
The tables were taken vp all:
The Brydegroome welcommed them euery ech one,
That were there in the hall.