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+M. Mery.+ Then ye entende by nyght to haue hir home brought.
+R. Royster.+ I tel thee no.
+M. Mery.+ How then?
+R. Royster.+ Tis neither ment ne thought.
+M. Mery.+ What shall we then doe with hir?
+R. Royster.+ Ah foolish harebraine, This is not she.
+M. Mery.+ No is? why then vnsayde againe, And what yong girle is this with your mashyp so bolde?
+R. Royster.+ A girle?
+M. Mery.+ Yea. I dare say, sca.r.s.e yet three score yere old.
+R. Royster.+ This same is the faire widowes nourse of whome ye wotte.
+M. Mery.+ Is she but a nourse of a house? hence home olde trotte, Hence at once.
+R. Royster.+ No, no.
+M. Mery.+ What an please your mas.h.i.+p A nourse talke so homely with one of your wors.h.i.+p?
+R. Royster.+ I will haue it so: it is my pleasure and will.
+M. Mery.+ Then I am content. Nourse come againe, tarry still.
+R. Royster.+ What, she will helpe forward this my sute for hir part.
+M. Mery.+ Then ist mine owne pygs nie, and blessing on my hart.
+R. Royster.+ This is our best friend man.
+M. Mery.+ Then teach hir what to say
+M. Mumbl.+ I am taught alreadie.
+M. Mery.+ Then go, make no delay.
+R. Royster.+ Yet hark one word in thine eare.
+M. Mery.+ Back sirs from his taile.
+R. Royster.+ Backe vilaynes, will ye be priuie of my counsaile?
+M. Mery.+ Backe sirs, so: I tolde you afore ye woulde be shent.
+R. Royster.+ She shall haue the first day a whole pecke of argent.
+M. Mumbl.+ A pecke? _Nomine patris_, haue ye so much spare?
+R. Royster.+ Yea and a carte lode therto, or else were it bare, Besides other mouables, housholde stuffe and lande.
+M. Mumbl.+ Haue ye lands too.
+R. Royster.+ An hundred marks.
+M. Mery.+ Yea a thousand
+M. Mumbl.+ And haue ye cattell too? and sheepe too?
+R. Royster.+ Yea a fewe.
+M. Mery.+ He is ashamed the numbre of them to shewe.
Een rounde about him, as many thousande sheepe goes, As he and thou and I too, haue fingers and toes.
+M. Mumbl.+ And how many yeares olde be you?
+R. Royster.+ Fortie at lest.
+M. Mery.+ Yea and thrice fortie to them.
+R. Royster.+ Nay now thou dost iest.
I am not so olde, thou misreckonest my yeares.
+M. Mery.+ I know that: but my minde was on bullockes and steeres.
+M. Mumbl.+ And what shall I shewe hir your masters.h.i.+ps name is?
+R. Royster.+ Nay she shall make sute ere she know that ywis.
+M. Mumbl.+ Yet let me somewhat knowe.
+M. Mery.+ This is hee vnderstand, That killed the blewe Spider in Blanchepouder lande.
+M. Mumbl.+ Yea _Iesus_, William zee law, dyd he zo law?
+M. Mery.+ Yea and the last Elephant that euer he sawe, As the beast pa.s.sed by, he start out of a buske, And een with pure strength of armes pluckt out his great tuske.
+M. Mumbl.+ _Iesus, nomine patris_, what a thing was that?
+R. Royster.+ Yea but Merygreke one thing thou hast forgot.
+M. Mery.+ What?
+R. Royster.+ Of thother Elephant.
