I wyll come to you, by and by, agayne.
Now, gracyous god, yf your wyll so be,
I pray ye, let me speke a worde wyth ye.
Jupyter. My sonne, say on! Let us here thy mynde. 245
Mery-reporte. My lord, there standeth a sewter even here behynde,
A Gentylman, in yonder corner,
And, as I thynke, his name is Mayster Horner
A hunter he is, and cometh to make you sporte.
He woide hunte a sow or twayne out of thys sorte.[131] 250
Here he poynteth to the women.