Tib. Talk. They that lust: I will againe to my sewyng now.
An. Alyfac[e]. Tidings hough, tidings, dame Custance greeteth you well.
R. Royster. Whome me?
An. Alyface. You sir? no sir? I do no suche tale tell.
R. Royster. But and she knewe me here.
An. Alyface. Tybet Talke apace,
Your mistresse Custance and mine, must speake with your grace.
Tib. Talk. With me?
An. Alyface. Ye muste come in to hir out of all doutes.
Tib. Talk. And my work not half done? A mischief on all loutes. Ex. am.