R. Royster. I will heare nothing, I am past.
M. Mery. Whough, wellaway.
Ye may tarie one houre, and heare what I shall say,
Ye were best sir for a while to reuiue againe,
And quite them er ye go.
R. Royster. Trowest thou so?
M. Mery. Ye plain.
R. Royster. How may I reuiue being nowe so farre past?
M. Mery. I will rubbe your temples, and fette you againe at last.
R. Royster. It will not be possible.