That he crept in a hole, and not a worde to say.
M. Mumbl. A sore man by zembletee.[432] 75
M. Mery. Why, he wrong a club
Once in a fray out of the hande of Belzebub.
R. Royster. And how when Mumfision?
M. Mery. Oh your coustrelyng[433]
Bore the lanterne a fielde so before the gozelyng.
Nay that is to long a matter now to be tolde:
Never aske his name Nurse, I warrant thee, be bolde, 80
He conquered in one day from Rome, to Naples,