M. Mery. In faith I can not tell.
R. Royster. I will go home and die.
M. Mery. Then shall I bidde toll the bell?
R. Royster. No.
M. Mery. God haue mercie on your soule, ah good gentleman,
That er ye shuld ths dye for an vnkinde woman.
Will ye drinke once ere ye goe.
R. Royster. No, no, I will none.
M. Mery. How feele your soule to God.
R. Royster. I am nigh gone.