She is author of all that I shall speak, forsooth.
But yonder cometh Roister Doister now in a trance.
[Enter R. Roister.]
R. Roister. Juno send me this day good luck and good chance!
I cannot but come see how Merrygreek doth speed.
M. Merry. I will not see him, but give him a jut[109] indeed.
I cry your mastership mercy!
R. Roister. And whither now?
M. Merry. As fast as I could run, sir, in post against you.
But why speak ye so faintly, or why are ye so sad?