O. LUS. Glad, quotha? there's not one among'st us,
But may be exceeding glad.
JUS. I am, ay, marry, am I, that I am.
Y. LUS. The best accord that could betide their loves.
ANS. The worst accord that could betide my love.
[All about to rise.
AMIN: What, rising, gentles? keep your place,
I will close up your stomachs with a grace;
O Domine et care Pater,
That giv'st us wine instead of water;
And from the pond and river clear
Mak'st nappy ale and good March beer;
That send'st us sundry sorts of meat,
And everything we drink or eat;
To maids, to wives, to boys, to men,
Laus Deo Sancto, Amen.
Y. ART. So, much good do ye all, and, gentlemen,
Accept your welcomes better than your cheer.
O. LUS. Nay, so we do, I'll give you thanks for all.
Come, Master Justice, you do walk our way,
And Master Arthur, and old Hugh your man;
We'll be the first [that] will strain courtesy.
JUS. God be with you all!
[Exeunt O. ART., O. LUS., and JUS. REASON.