80 An. I cannot tell M. Slender, I think there be.
Slen. Ha how say you? I warrant your afeard of a Beare let loose, are you not?
An. Yes trust me.
Slen. Now that’s meate and drinke to me,
85 He run [yon] to a beare, and take her by the mussell,
You neuer saw the like.
But indeed I cannot blame you,
For they are maruellous rough things.
Anne. Will yo go into dinner M. Slendor?
90 The meate staies for you.