So loe, now is it even as it shoulde[503] bee,
That is somewhat like, for a man of your degree.
Then must ye stately goe, jetting[504] up and downe,
Tut, can ye no better shake the taile of your gowne?
There loe, such a lustie bragge it is ye must make. 125
R. Royster. To come behind, and make curtsie, thou must som pains take.
M. Mery. Else were I much to blame, I thanke your mastershyp[,][505]
The lorde one day[—]all to begrime you with worshyp, [M. pushes violently against R.]
Backe sir sauce,[506] let gentlefolkes have elbowe roome,
Voyde sirs, see ye not maister Roister Doister come? 130