Wherfore eche man avaunce, and we shal se
Whyche of you is moste mete to be our cryer.
Here entreth Mery-reporte.
Mery-reporte. Brother,[106] holde up your torche a lytell hyer!
Now, I beseche you, my lorde, loke on me furste.
I truste your lordshyp shall not fynde me the wurste. 100
Jupyter. Why! what arte thou that approchyst so ny?
Mery-reporte. Forsothe, and please your lordshyppe, it is I.
Jupyter. All that we knowe very well, But what I?
Mery-reporte. What I? Some saye I am I perse I.[107]