R. Royster. Yea but Merygreke one thing thou hast forgot.
M. Mery. What?
R. Royster. Of thother Elephant.
M. Mery. Oh hym that fledde away.
R. Royster. Yea.
M. Mery. Yea he knew that his match was in place that day
Tut, he bet the king of Crickets on Christmasse day,
That he crept in a hole, and not a worde to say.
M. Mumbl. A sore man by zembletee.
M. Mery. Why, he wrong a club