He will steale to heauen, vnknowing to God I thinke.
A porta inferi, who shall your goodes possesse?
R. Royster. Thou shalt be my sectour, and haue all more and lesse.
M. Mery. Requiem æternam. Now God reward your mastershyp.
And I will crie halfepenie doale for your worshyp. Euocat seruos militis.
Come forth sirs, heare the dolefull newes I shall you tell.
Our good maister here will no longer with vs dwell,
But in spite of Custance, which hath hym weried,
Let vs see his mashyp solemnely buried.
And while some piece of his soule is yet hym within,