R. Royster. Have me? yes I warrant you,[383] never doubt of that,
I knowe she loveth me, but she dare not speake. B ii
M. Mery. In deede meete it were some body should it breake.
R. Royster. She looked on me twentie tymes yesternight, 165
And laughed so.
M. Mery. That she coulde not sitte upright,
R. Royster. No faith coulde she not.
M. Mery. No even such a thing I cast.[384]
R. Royster. But for wowyng thou knowest women are shamefast.
But and she knewe my minde, I knowe she would be glad,