Sawe this geare.
M. Mumbl. I must first wipe al cleane, yea I must.
Tib. Talk. Ill chieue[406] it dotyng foole, but it must be cust.
[Royster kisses Mumblecrust.]
M. Mumbl. God yelde[407] you sir, chad[408] not so much ichotte[408] not whan,
Nere since chwas bore chwine, of such a gay gentleman. 100
R. Royster. I will kisse you too[,] mayden[,] for the good will I beare you. B iv
Tib Talk. No forsoth, by your leave ye shall not kisse me.
R. Royster. Yes be not afearde, I doe not disdayne you a whit.
Tib. Talk. Why shoulde I feare you? I have not so little wit,