Ateu. Ile kisse your highnesse feet, march when you please.
Exeunt.
Enter Slipper, Nano, and Andrew, with their billes readie I. ii.
written in their hands. 410
Andrew. Stand back sir, mine shall stand highest.
Slip. Come vnder mine arme sir, or get a footstoole,
Or else by the light of the Moone, I must come to it.
Nano. Agree my maisters, euery man to his height,
Though I stand lowest, I hope to get the best maister.
Andr. Ere I will stoupe to a thistle, I will change turnes,
As good lucke comes on the right hand, as the left:
Here’s for me, and me, and mine.
Andr. But tell me fellowes till better occasion come,
Do you seeke maisters? 420
Ambo. We doo.
Andr. But what can you do worthie preferment?