I shall vneth holde them, they wyll be so fickle.
But lo and Merygreeke haue not brought him sens?
M. Mery. Nay I woulde I had of my purse payde fortie pens.
Scriuener. So woulde I too: but it needed not that stounde,
M. Mery. But the ientman had rather spent fiue thousande pounde,
For it disgraced him at least fiue tymes so muche.
Scriuener. He disgraced hym selfe, his loutishnesse is suche.
R. Royster. Howe long they stande prating? Why comst thou not away?
M. Mery. Come nowe to hymselfe, and hearke what he will say.
Scriuener. I am not afrayde in his presence to appeere.