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commeth thys way, I haue yond espied hym sadly comming, And in loue for twentie pounde, by hys glommyng.
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+Rafe Roister Doister. Mathew Merygreeke.+
+R. Royster.+ Come death when thou wilt, I am weary of my life.
+M. Mery.+ I tolde you I, we should wowe another wife.
+R. Royster.+ Why did God make me suche a goodly person?
+M. Mery.+ He is in by the weke, we shall haue sport anon.
+R. Royster.+ And where is my trustie friende Mathew Merygreeke?
+M. Mery.+ I wyll make as I sawe him not, he doth me seeke.
+R. Royster.+ I haue hym espyed me thinketh, yond is hee, Hough Mathew Merygreeke my friend, a worde with thee.
+M. Mery.+ I wyll not heare him, but make as I had haste, Farewell all my good friendes, the tyme away dothe waste, And the tide they say, tarieth for no man.
+R. Royster.+ Thou must with thy good counsell helpe me if thou can.
+M. Mery.+ God keepe thee worshypfull Maister Roister Doister, And fare well the lustie Maister Roister Doister.
+R. Royster.+ I muste needes speake with thee a worde or twaine.
+M. Mery.+ Within a month or two I will be here againe, Negligence in greate affaires ye knowe may marre all.
+R. Royster.+ Attende vpon me now, and well rewarde thee I shall.
+M. Mery.+ I haue take my leaue, and the tide is well spent.
+R. Royster.+ I die except thou helpe, I pray thee be content, Doe thy parte wel nowe, and aske what thou wilt, For without thy aide my matter is all spilt.
+M. Mery.+ Then to serue your turne I will some paines take, And let all myne owne affaires alone for your sake.
+R. Royster.+ My whole hope and trust resteth onely in thee.
+M. Mery.+ Then can ye not doe amisse what euer it bee.
+R. Royster.+ Gramercies Merygreeke, most bounde to thee I am.
+M. Mery.+ But vp with that heart, and speake out like a ramme, Ye speake like a Capon that had the cough now: Bee of good cheere, anon ye shall doe well ynow.
+R. Royster.+ Vpon thy comforte, I will all things well handle.
+M. Mery.+ So loe, that is a breast to blowe out a candle. But what is this great matter I woulde faine knowe, We shall fynde remedie therefore I trowe. Doe ye lacke money? ye knowe myne olde offers, Ye haue always a key to my purse and coffers.
+R. Royster.+ I thanke thee: had euer man suche a frende?
+M. Mery.+ Ye gyue vnto me: I must needes to you lende.
+R. Royster.+ Nay I haue money plentie all things to discharge.
+M. Mery.+ That knewe I ryght well when I made offer so large.
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But it is no suche matter.
+M. Mery.+ What is it than? Are ye in daunger of debte to any man? If ye be, take no thought nor be not afraide, Let them hardly take thought how they shall be paide.
+R. Royster.+ Tut I owe nought.
+M. Mery.+ What then? fear ye imprisonment?
+R. Royster.+ No.
+M. Mery.+ No I wist ye offende, not so to be shent. But if he had, the Toure coulde not you so holde, But to breake out at all times ye would be bolde. What is it? hath any man threatned you to beate?
+R. Royster.+ What is he that durst haue put me in that heate? He that beateth me by his armes shall well fynde, That I will not be farre from him nor runne behinde.
+M. Mery.+ That thing knowe all men euer since ye ouerthrewe, The fellow of the Lion which Hercules slewe. But what is it than?
+R. Royster.+ Of loue I make my mone.
+M. Mery.+ Ah this foolishe a loue, wilt neare let vs alone? But bicause ye were refused the last day, Ye sayd ye woulde nere more be intangled that way. I woulde medle no more, since I fynde all so vnkinde.
+R. Royster.+ Yea, but I can not so put loue out of my minde.
+Math. Mer.+ But is your loue tell me first, in any wise, In the way of Mariage, or of Merchandise? If it may otherwise than lawfull be founde, Ye get none of my helpe for an hundred pounde.
+R. Royster.+ No by my trouth I woulde haue hir to my Wife.
+M. Mery.+ Then are ye a good man, and God saue your life, And what or who is she, with whome ye are in loue?
+R. Royster.+ A woman whome I knowe not by what meanes to moue.
+M. Mery.+ Who is it?
+R. Royster.+ A woman yond.
+M. Mery.+ What is hir name?
+R. Royster.+ Hir yonder.
+M. Mery.+ Whom.
+R. Royster.+ Mistresse ah.
+M. Mery.+ Fy fy for shame Loue ye, and know not whome? but hir yonde, a Woman, We shall then get you a Wyfe, I can not tell whan.
+R. Royster.+ The faire Woman, that supped wyth vs yesternyght,