A porta inferi, who shall your goodes possesse?
R. Royster. Thou shall be my sectour,[491] and have all more and lesse. E i
M. Mery. Requiem æternam. Now God reward your mastershyp.
And I will crie halfepenie doale for your worshyp.
Come forth sirs, heare the dolefull newes I shall you tell. Evocat servos militis. 65
Our good maister here will no longer with us dwell,
But in spite of Custance, which hath hym weried,
Let us see his mashyp solemnely buried.
And while some piece of his soule is yet hym within,
Some part of his funeralls let us here begin. 70