Cr. Con. Conuey yourselfe fyrst, let se.
Cl. Col. Well, tarry here tyll I for you sende.
Cr. Con. Why, shall he be of your bende?
Cl. Col. Tary here: wote ye what I say?
Court. Ab. I waraunt you, I wyll not go away.
Cr. Con. By Saynt Mary, he is a tawle man. 830
Cl. Col. Ye, and do ryght good seruyce he can;
I knowe in hym no defaute
But that the horson is prowde and hawte.
And so they[807] go out of the place.