R. Royster. Yea an hundred thousand pound should not saue hir life.
M. Mery. No but that ye wowe hir to haue hir to your wife,
But I coulde not stoppe hir mouth.
R. Royster. Heigh how alas,
M. Mery. Be of good cheere man, and let the worlde passe.
R. Royster. What shall I doe or say nowe that it will not bee.
M. Mery. Ye shall haue choise of a thousande as good as shee,
And ye must pardon hir, it is for lacke of witte.
R. Royster. Yea, for were not I an husbande for hir fitte?
Well what should I now doe?