Once in a fray out of the hande of Belzebub.
R. Roister. And how when Mumfision?
M. Mery. Oh your coustrelyng
Bore the lanterne a fielde so before the gozelyng.
Nay that is to long a matter now to be tolde:
Neuer aske his name Nurse, I warrant thee, be bolde,
He conquered in one day from Rome, to Naples,
And woonne Townes nourse as fast as thou canst make Apples.
M. Mumbl. O Lorde, my heart quaketh for feare: he is to sore.
R. Roister. Thou makest hir to much afearde, Merygreeke no more.