Scriuener. Ye shall haue as good as ye bring of me that is plaine.
M. Mery. I can not blame him sir, though your blowes wold him greue.
For he knoweth present death to ensue of all ye geue.
R. Royster. Well, this man for once hath purchased thy pardon.
Scriuener. And what say ye to me? or else I will be gon.
R. Royster. I say the letter thou madest me was not good.
Scriuener. Then did ye wrong copy it of likelyhood.
R. Royster. Yes, out of thy copy worde for worde I wrote.
Scriuener. Then was it as ye prayed to haue it I wote,
But in reading and pointyng there was made some faulte.