Roister Doister / Written, probably also represented, before 1553. Carefully edited from the unique copy, now at Eton College

by Nicholas Udall

M. Mery. I am sory for you: he could loue you yet so he coulde.

R. Royster. Nay by cocks precious she shall be none of mine.

M. Mery. Why so?

R. Royster. Come away, by the matte she is man-kine.

I durst aduenture the losse of my right hande,

If shee dyd not slee hir other husbande:

And see if she prepare not againe to fight.

M. Mery. What then? sainct George to borow, our Ladies knight.

R. Royster. Slee else whom she will, by gog she shall not slee mee.

M. Mery. How then?