R. Roister. No, no.
M. Merry. No, I know your wit.
R. Roister. I warrant it well.
M. Mumbl. It shall be delivered;
But, if ye speed, shall I be considered?
M. Merry. Whough! dost thou doubt of that?
M. Mumbl. What shall I have?
M. Merry. An hundred times more than thou canst devise to crave.
M. Mumbl. Shall I have some new gear, for my old is all spent?
M. Merry. The worst kitchen wench shall go in ladies' raiment.