M. Merry. He shall not say you nay, (and I too by Jesus,)
Because ye shall be friends, and let all quarrels pass.
R. Roister. I will be as good friends with them as e'er I was.
M. Merry. Then, let me fet your quire, that we may have a song.
R. Roister. Go.
G. Good. I have heard no melody all this year long.
M. Merry.[174] Come on, sirs, quickly.
R. Roister. Sing on, sirs, for my friend's sake.
D. Dough. Call ye these your friends?
R. Roister. Sing on, and no mo words make. [Here they sing.