R. Royster. For why, no man, woman, nor childe can hate me long.
M. Mery. We feare (quod they) he will be auenged one day,
Then for a peny giue all our liues we may.
R Royster. Sayd they so in deede.
M. Mery. Did they? yea, euen with one voice
He will forgiue all (quod I) Oh how they did reioyce.
R Royster. Ha, ha, ha.
M. Mery. Goe fette hym (say they) while he is in good moode,
For haue his anger who lust, we will not by the Roode.
R. Royster. I pray God that it be all true, that thou hast me tolde,