D. Dough. Speake to them: of mine office he shall have a cast.
M. Mery. Harpax,[412] looke that thou doe well too, and thy fellow. 5
Harpax. I warrant, if he will myne example folowe.
M. Mery. Curtsie whooresons, douke you and crouche at every worde,
D. Dough. Yes whether our maister speake earnest or borde.
M. Mery. For this lieth upon his preferment in deede.
D. Dough. Oft is hee a wower, but never doth he speede. 10
M. Mery. But with whome is he nowe so sadly roundyng yond?
D. Dough. With Nobs nicebecetur miserere[413] fonde.
[M.] Mery [approaching R. R.]. God be at your wedding, be ye spedde alredie?