M. Mumbl. God yelde you sir, chad not so much ichotte not whan,
Nere since chwas bore chwine, of such a gay gentleman.
R. Royster. I will kisse you too mayden for the good will I beare you.
Tib. Talk. No forsoth, by your leaue ye shall not kisse me.
R. Royster. Yes be not afearde, I doe not disdayne you a whit.
Tib. Talk. Why shoulde I feare you? I haue not so little wit,
Ye are but a man I knowe very well.
R. Royster. Why then?
Tib. Talk. Forsooth for I wyll not, I vse not to kisse men.
R. Royster. I would faine kisse you too good maiden, if I myght.