R. Royster. Thou iustlest nowe to nigh.
M. Mery. Back al rude loutes.
R. Royster. Tush.
M. Mery. I crie your maship mercy
Hoighdagh, if faire fine mistresse Custance sawe you now,
Ralph Royster Doister were hir owne I warrant you.
R. Royster. Neare an M by your girdle?
M. Mery. Your good mastershyps
Maistershyp, were hir owne Mistreshyps mistreshyps,
Ye were take vp for haukes, ye were gone, ye were gone,