M. Mery [with a sly wink]. Ah sirrha[!] now Custance if ye had so muche wit
I woulde see you aske pardon, and your selves submit.
C. Custance. Have I still this adoe with a couple of fooles?
M. Mery. Here ye what she saith? 5
C. Custance. Maidens come forth with your tooles.
R. Royster. In a ray.
M. Mery. Dubba dub sirrha.
R. Royster. In a ray.
They come sodainly on us.
M. Mery. Dubbadub.