M. Mery. An hundred times more than thou canst devise to crave.
M. Mumbl. Shall I have some newe geare? for my olde is all spent.
M. Mery. The worst kitchen wench shall goe in ladies rayment.
M. Mumbl. Yea?
M. Mery. And the worst drudge in the house shal go better
Than your mistresse doth now.
Mar. Then I trudge with your letter.
[Exit.]
R. Royster. Now may I repose me: Custance is mine owne. C ii b
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