John.
Go to, mast[er] Parson! Say on, and well to thrive!
Ye be the jolliest gemman [gentleman] that ever saw in my life.
Parson.
We shall first have Matins. Is it not a godly hearing?
John [who is now speaking, aside].
Fie! yes. Methink 'tis a shameful gay cheering,
For oftentimes, on my prayers, when I take no great keep,
Ye sing so arrantly well, ye make me fall asleep!
Parson.
Then have we Procession, and Christ about we bear.
John.