Scrivener. How say you, is this mine originall or no?
R. Royster. The selfe same that I wrote out of, so mote I go.
Scrivener. Loke you on your owne fist,[531] and I will looke on this.
And let this man be judge whether I reade amisse.
To myne owne dere coney birde, sweete heart, and pigsny,[532] 45
Good mistresse Custance, present these by and by.
How now? doth not this superscription agree?
R. Royster. Reade that is within, and there ye shall the fault see.
Scrivener. Sweete mistresse, where as I love you, nothing at all
Regarding your richesse and substance: chiefe of all 50