M. Mery. Well mocke muche of hir, and keepe hir well I vise ye.

I will take no charge of such a faire piece keeping.

M. Mumbl. What ayleth thys fellowe? he driueth me to weeping.

M. Mery. What weepe on the weddyng day? be merrie woman,

Though I say it, ye haue chose a good gentleman.

R. Royster. Kocks nownes what meanest thou man, tut a whistle.

[M. Mery.] Ah sir, be good to hir, she is but a gristle,

Ah sweete lambe and coney.

R. Royster. Tut thou art deceiued.

M. Mery. Weepe no more lady, ye shall be well receiued.