From me Roister Doister, whether I wake or slepe,
Who favoureth you no lesse, (ye may be bolde)
Than this letter purporteth, which ye have unfolde.
Now sir, what default can ye finde in this letter?
R. Royster. Of truth in my mynde there can not be a better. 85
Scrivener. Then was the fault in readyng, and not in writyng,
No nor I dare say in the fourme of endityng, F ii
But who read this letter, that it sounded so nought?
M. Mery. I redde it in deede.
Scrivener. Ye red it not as ye ought.