And let me alone with thys. Be of good chere!
Ye maye truste me at Syo as well as here. 390
For though ye were fro me a thousande myle space,
I wolde do as myche as ye were here in place,
For, syns that from hens it is so farre thyther,
I care not though ye never come agayne hyther.
Marchaunt. Syr, yf ye remember me, when tyme shall come, 395
Though I requyte not all, I shall deserve some.
Exeat Marchaunt.
Mery-reporte. Now, farre ye well, & god thanke you, by saynt Anne,