And now, accordynge to your obedyens, A iv b
Rejoyce ye in us with joy most joyfully,
And we our-selfe shall joy in our owne glory! [Jupiter here closes the curtains of his throne.] 185
Mery-reporte. Now, syrs, take hede! for here cometh goddes servaunt!
Avaunt! carte[r]ly keytyfs,[116] avaunt!
Why, ye dronken horesons, wyll yt not be?
By your fayth, have ye nother cap nor kne?
Not one of you that wyll make curtsy 190
To me, that am squyre for goddes precyous body?