Ranger. Syr, as in that, ye speke as it please ye.
But let me speke with the god, yf it maye be.
I pray you, lette me passe ye.
Mery-reporte. Why, nay, syr! By the masse, ye— 440
Ranger. Then wyll I leve you evyn as I founde ye.
Mery-reporte. Go when ye wyll. No man here hath bounde ye.
Here entreth the Water Myller and the Ranger goth out.
Water Myller. What the devyll shold skyl,[146] though all the world were dum,
Syns in all our spekynge we never be harde?
We crye out for rayne, the devyll sped drop wyll cum. 445