M. Mery. I warrant you on my worde,
They say they shall be sicke, but ye be at theyr borde.
R. Royster. Thei wer not angry then[?]
M. Mery. Yes at first, and made strange
But when I sayd your anger to favour shoulde change,
And therewith had commended you accordingly, 5
They were all in love with your mashyp by and by.
And cried you mercy that they had done you wrong.
R. Royster. For why, no man, woman, nor childe can hate me long.[609]