Quoth his wiffe, By my troth, it is a good hansome yout[h];
Yet it is best, husband, to deale warrilye.
Art thou not a runaway? I pray thee, youth, tell;
Show vs thy pasport and all shalbe well.
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Then our king presentlye, making lowe curtesie,
With his hatt in his hand, this he did say:
I haue noe pasport, nor neuer was seruitor,
But a poore courtyer, rode out of the way;
And for your kindnesse now offered to me,