Sym Sure. No tokens this time gramercies, God be with you. Exeat.
C. Custance. Surely this fellowe misdeemeth some yll in me.
Which thing but God helpe, will go neere to spill me.
R. Royster. Yea farewell fellow, and tell thy maister Goodlucke
That he commeth to late of thys blossome to plucke.
Let him keepe him there still, or at least wise make no hast,
As for his labour hither he shall spende in wast.
His betters be in place nowe.
M. Mery. As long as it will hold.
C. Custance. I will be euen with thee thou beast, thou mayst be bolde.