I did not suppose that your love was so greedie,
I perceive nowe ye have chose[414] of devotion, 15
And joy have ye ladie of your promotion.
R. Royster. Tushe foole, thou art deceived, this is not she.
M. Mery. Well mocke[415] muche of hir, and keepe hir well I vise[416] ye.
I will take no charge of such a faire piece keeping.
M. Mumbl. What ayleth thys fellowe? he driveth me to weeping. 20
M. Mery. What weepe on the weddyng day? be merrie woman,
Though I say it, ye have chose a good gentleman.
R. Royster. Kocks nownes[417] what meanest thou man[?] tut a whistle[418][!]