Make place my maisters. [Knocks against R.]

R. Royster. Thou justlest nowe to nigh.

M. Mery. Back al rude loutes. E ii

R. Royster. Tush.

M. Mery. I crie your maship mercy

Hoighdagh, if faire fine mistresse Custance sawe you now,

Ralph Royster Doister were hir owne I warrant you.

R. Royster. Neare[507] an M by your girdle?[508] 135

M. Mery. Your good mastershyps

Maistershyp, were hir owne Mistreshyps mistreshyps,