D. Dough. I will cover me to the shoulders well inow.
M. Mery. Let me see it on.
R. Royster. In fayth it doth metely well.
M. Mery. There can be no fitter thing. Now ye must us tell
What to do.
R. Royster. Now forth in ray sirs, and stoppe no more. 73
M. Mery. Now sainct George to borow,[573] Drum dubbe a dubbe afore.
T. Trusty. [entering]. What meane you to do sir, committe manslaughter.
R. Royster. To kyll fortie such, is a matter of laughter.
T. Trusty. And who is it sir, whome ye intende thus to spill? G iv b