M. Mery. Then go, make no delay.
R. Royster. Yet hark one word in thine eare. 45
M. Mery [Dobinet, etc., press on Royster, who pushes them back]. Back sirs from his taile.
R. Royster. Backe vilaynes, will ye be privie of my counsaile?
M. Mery. Backe sirs, so: I tolde you afore ye woulde be shent.
R. Royster. She shall have the first day a whole pecke of argent.
M. Mumbl. A pecke? Nomine patris [crossing herself], have ye so much spare?[426]
R. Royster. Yea and a carte lode therto, or else were it bare, 50
Besides other movables, housholde stuffe and lande.
M. Mumbl. Have ye lands too.