M. Mery. Soft, heare what I have cast.[494]
R. Royster. I will heare nothing, I am past.
M. Mery. Whough, wellaway.
Ye may tarie one houre, and heare what I shall say, 90
Ye were best sir for a while to revive againe,
And quite them er ye go.
R. Royster. Trowest thou so?
M. Mery. Ye plain.
R. Royster. How may I revive being nowe so farre past?
M. Mery. I will rubbe your temples, and fette you againe at last.