R. Royster. What is that Gawyn Goodlucke?

M. Mery. a Merchant man.

R. Royster. Shall he speede afore me? nay sir by sweete Sainct Anne.

Ah sir, Backare quod Mortimer to his sowe,

I wyll haue hir myne owne selfe I make God a vow.

For I tell thee, she is worthe a thousande pounde.

M. Mery. Yet a fitter wife for your maship might be founde:

Suche a goodly man as you, might get one wyth lande,

Besides poundes of golde a thousande and a thousande,

And a thousande, and a thousande, and a thousande,