But, what maner I so ever be I, 105
I assure your good lordshyp, I am I.
Jupyter. What maner man arte thou, shewe quickely. A iii b
Mery-reporte. By god, a poore gentylman, dwellyth hereby.
Jupyter. A gentylman! Thyselfe bryngeth wytnes naye,
Both in thy lyght behavour and araye. 110
But what arte thou called where thou dost resorte?
Mery-reporte. Forsoth, my lorde, mayster Mery-reporte.
Jupyter. Thou arte no mete man in our bysynes,
For thyne apparence is of to mych lyghtnes.