Nought. Yes, marry! I pray you; for I love not this revelling;
Come forth, good father! I you pray;
By a little ye may assay.
Anon, off with your clothes! if ye will pray.
Go to! I have had a pretty scottling.
Mer. Nay, brother! I will not dance;
New G. If ye will, sir! my brother will make you to prance.
Now. With all my heart, sir! if I may you avance;
Ye may assay by a little trace.
Nought. Yea, sir! will ye do well?
Trace not with them, by my counsel!
For I have traced somewhat to fell;
I tell [you] it is a narrow space.
But, sir! I trow, of us three I heard you speak.
New G. Christ's curse have ye, therefore! for I was in sleep.
Now. A[nd] I had the cup in my hand, ready to go to meat—
Therefore, sir! curtly, greet you well!
Mer. Few words! few, and well set!
New G. Sir! it is the new guise and the new jet.
Many words and shortly set—
This is the new guise every deal.
Mer. Lady, help! how wretches delight in their simple ways!