M. Mery. Tushe tushe sir do not.

Be good maister to hir.

R. Royster. Hoh?

M. Mery. Tush I say do not.

And what shall your people here returne streight home?

T. Trustie. Yea, leuie the campe sirs, and hence againe eche one,

R. Royster. But be still in readinesse if I happe to call,

I can not tell what sodaine chaunce may befall.

M. Mery. Do not off your harnesse sirs I you aduise,

At the least for this fortnight in no maner wise,