Gentylwoman. Nay, nay, but I love yt above all thynge.
Mery-reporte. Now, by my trouth, for the love that I owe you, D i
You shall here what pleasure I can shew you. 850
One songe have I for you, suche as yt is,
And yf yt were better ye should have yt, by gys.[188]
Gentylwoman. Mary, syr, I thanke you even hartely.
Mery-reporte. Come on, syrs; but now let us synge lust[e]ly.
Here they singe.
Gentylwoman. Syr, this is well done; I hertely thanke you. 855
Ye have done me pleasure, I make God avowe.