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.