R. Royster. Did not you make me a letter brother?[527]
Scrivener. Pay the like hire, I will make you suche an other.
R. Royster. Nay see and these whooreson Phariseys and Scribes 25
Doe not get their livyng by polling[528] and bribes.[529]
If it were not for shame [advances towards the Scr. to strike him.]
Scrivener[530]. Nay holde thy hands still.
M. Mery. Why[,] did ye not promise that ye would not him spill?
Scrivener [prepares to fight]. Let him not spare me. [Strikes R.]
R. Royster. Why wilt thou strike me again?
Scrivener. Ye shall have as good as ye bring of me that is plaine. 30