Nought (scri[bit]). And let me have it again in any wise.
New G. I promise you a fresh jacket after the new guise.
Man. Go! and do that longeth to your office;
A[nd] spare that ye may!
[New Guise goeth out.
Nought. Hold, Master Mischief, and read this!
Mis. Here is blottibus in blottis,
Blottorum blottibus istis:
I beshrew your ears! a fair hand!
Now. Yea! it is a good running fist;
Such an hand may not be missed! [Goes out.
Nought. I should have done better, had I wist.
Mis. Take heed, sirs, it stand you on hand!
Curia tenta generalis,
In a place—there good ale is!—
Anno regni regitalis.
Edwardi millatene,
On yestern-day in Febru'ry—the year passeth fully—
As Nought hath written—here is our Tulli,
Anno regni regis nulli.
Now. What ho, New Guise! thou makest much [tarrying];
That jacket shall not be worth a farthing.