R. Roister. Go it, sirs, lustily. [Retires to write a letter.
M. Mumbl. Pipe up a merry note.
Let me hear it played, I will foot it for a groat. [Cantent.[85]
R. Roister. Now, nurse, take this same letter here to thy mistress;
And as my trust is in thee, ply my business.
M. Mumbl. It shall be done.
M. Merry. Who made it?
R. Roister. I wrote it each whit.
M. Merry. Then needs it no mending?