R. Roister. What is that?
M. Mery. Your gown was foule spotted with the foot of a gnat. 100
R. Roister. Their maister to offende they are nothing afearde.
What now?
M. Mery. A lousy haire from your masterships beard.
Omnes famul[i].[436] And sir for Nurses sake pardon this one offence.
We shall not after this shew the like negligence. 104
R. Royster. I pardon you this once, and come sing nere the wurse.
M. Mery. How like you the goodnesse of this gentleman[,] nurse?
M. Mumbl. God save his maistership that so can his men forgeve,