Ye were take[509] up for haukes, ye were gone, ye were gone,
But now one other thing more yet I thinke upon.
R. Royster. Shewe what it is.
M. Mery. A wower be he never so poore
Must play and sing before his bestbeloves doore, 140
How much more than you?
R. Royster. Thou speakest wel out of dout.
M. Mery. And perchaunce that woulde make hir the sooner come out.
R. Royster. Goe call my Musitians, bydde them high apace.
M. Mery. I wyll be here with them ere ye can say trey ace.[510]