Exeat.
R. Royster. This was well sayde of Merrygreeke, I lowe hys wit, 145
Before my sweete hearts dore we will have a fit[,]
That if my love come forth, that I may with hir talke,
I doubt not but this geare shall on my side walke.
But lo, how well Merygreeke is returned sence.
M. Mery [returning with the musicians]. There hath grown no grasse on my heele since I went hence, 150
Lo here have I brought that shall make you pastance.
R. Royster. Come sirs let us sing to winne my deare love Custance.
Cantent.[511]