M. Mumbl. Yea?
M. Mery. And the worst drudge in the house shal go better
Than your mistresse doth now.
Mar. Then I trudge with your letter.
R. Royster. Now may I repose me: Custance is mine owne.
Let vs sing and play homeward that it may be knowne.
M. Mery. But are you sure, that your letter is well enough?
R. Royster. I wrote it my selfe.
M. Mery. Then sing we to dinner.
Here they sing, and go out singing.