I pray you, marke the fasshyon of thys honeste manne;
He putteth me in more truste, at thys metynge here,
Then he shall fynde cause why, thys twenty yere. 400
Here entreth the Ranger.
Ranger. God be here, now Cryst kepe thys company!
Mery-reporte. In fayth, ye be welcome, evyn very skantely!
Syr, for your comynge what is the mater?
Ranger. I wolde fayne speke with the god Jupyter.
Mery-reporte. That wyll not be, but ye may do thys— 405
Tell me your mynde. I am an offycer of hys.