R. Roister. Nay, she shall make suit, ere she know that, i-wis.
M. Mumbl. Yet let me somewhat know.
M. Merry. This is he, understand
That killed the blue spider in Blanchepowder land.
M. Mumbl. Yea, Jesus, William, zee, law! did he zo, law?
M. Merry. Yea, and the last elephant that ever he saw,
As the beast passed by, he start out of a busk,[82]
And e'en with pure strength of arms plucked out his great tusk.
M. Mumbl. Jesus, Nomine Patris, what a thing was that!
R. Roister. Yea, but, Merrygreek, one thing thou hast forgot.