R. Royster. Soft, the Armes of Caleys, I have one thing forgot.
M. Mery. What lacke we now? 50
R. Royster. Retire, or else we be all slain.
M. Mery. Backe for the pashe of God, backe sirs, backe againe.
What is the great mater?
R. Royster. This hastie forth goyng
Had almost brought us all to utter undoing,
It made me forget a thing most necessarie.
M. Mery. Well remembered of a captaine by sainct Marie. 55
R. Royster. It is a thing must be had.