Nor never rayne, but wynde contynuall, 545
Then shold we wynde myllers be lordes over all.
Mery-reporte. Come on and assay how you twayne can agre—
A brother of yours, a myller as ye be!
Water Myller. By meane of our craft we may be brothers,
But whyles we lyve shal we never be lovers. 550
We be of one crafte, but not of one kynde,
I lyve by water and he by the wynde.
Here Mery-report goth out.
And, syr, as ye desyre wynde continuall,