R. Royster. Yea.
M. Mery. Placebo dilexi.
Maister [R]oister Doister will streight go home and die. ut infra.[490] 54
R. Royster. Heigh how, alas, the pangs of death my hearte do breake.
M. Mery. Holde your peace for shame sir, a dead man may not speake.
Nequando: What mourners and what torches shall we have?
R. Royster. None.
M. Mery. Dirige. He will go darklyng to his grave,
Neque, lux, neque crux, neque mourners, neque clinke,
He will steale to heaven, unknowing to God I thinke. 60