Scriuener. Wherin?
R. Royster. Did not you make me a letter brother?
Scriuener. Pay the like hire, I will make you suche an other.
R. Royster. Nay see and these whooreson Phariseys and Scribes
Doe not get their liuyng by polling and bribes.
If it were not for shame.
Scriuener. Nay holde thy hands still.
M. Mery. Why did ye not promise that ye would not him spill?
Scriuener. Let him not spare me.
R. Royster. Why wilt thou strike me again?