R. Royster. In a ray.
That ever I was borne, we are taken tardie.
M. Mery. Now sirs, quite our selves like tall men and hardie.
C. Custance. On afore Trupenie, holde thyne owne Annot, 10
On towarde them Tibet, for scape us they can not.
Come forth Madge Mumblecrust, so stande fast togither.
M. Mery. God sende us a faire day.
R. Royster. See they marche on hither.
Tib. Talk. But mistresse.
C. Custance. What sayst [th]ou?[577]