Gentylwoman. I pray you let me in at the backe syde.
Mery-reporte. Ye, shall I so, and your fore syde so wyde? C iv
Nay not yet; but syns ye love to be alone,
We twayne will into a corner anone.
But fyrste, I pray you, come your way hyther, 775
And let us twayne chat a whyle to-gyther.
Gentylwoman. Syr, as to you I have lyttell mater.
My commynge is to speke wyth Jupiter.
Mery-reporte. Stande ye styll a whyle, and I wyll go prove
Whether that the god wyll be brought in love. 780