M. Mery.
Ome on sirs apace, and quite your selues like men,
Your pains shalbe rewarded.
D. Dou. But I wot not when.
M. Mery. Do your maister worship as ye haue done in time past.
D. Dough. Speake to them: of mine office he shall haue a cast.
M. Mery. Harpax, looke that thou doe well too, and thy fellow.
Harpax. I warrant, if he will myne example folowe.
M. Mery. Curtsie whooresons, douke you and crouche at euery worde,