Without harmonie of Musike, or some solace? C ii
Who so hath suche bees as your maister in hys head,
Had neede to have his spirites with Musike to be fed.
By your maisterships licence [picking something from his coat].
R. Royster. What is that? a moate? 96
M. Mery. No it was a fooles feather[435] had light on your coate.
R. Roister. I was nigh no feathers since I came from my bed.
M. Mery. No sir, it was a haire that was fall from your hed.
R. Roister. My men com when it plese them.
M. Mery. By your leve.