But yond commeth Roister Doister nowe in a traunce. 5
R. Royster. Juno sende me this day good lucke and good chaunce.
I can not but come see how Merygreeke doth speede.
M. Mery [aside]. I will not see him, but give him a jutte in deede.[480]
I crie your mastershyp mercie[!] [running hard into him]
R. Royster. And whither now?
M. Mery. As fast as I could runne sir in post against you. 10
But why speake ye so faintly, or why are ye so sad?
R. Royster. Thou knowest the proverbe, bycause I can not be had.
Hast thou spoken with this woman?