_Mery-reporte._ By god, syns ye came hyther, 310 I can set my hedde and my tayle togyther. This hed shall save mony, by Saynt Mary, From hensforth I wyll no potycary; For at al tymys, when suche thynges shall myster My new hed shall geve myne olde tayle a glyster.[136] 315 And, after all this, then shall my hedde wayte Uppon my tayle, and there stande at receyte. Syr, for the reste I wyll not now move you, But, yf we lyve, ye shall smell how I love yow. And, sir, touchyng your sewt here, depart, when it please you For be ye suer, as I can I wyll ease you. 321 _Gentylman._ Then gyve me thy hande. That promyse I take. And yf for my sake any sewt thou do make, I promyse thy payne to be requyted More largely than now shall be recyted. 325 _Mery-reporte._ Alas, my necke! Goddes pyty, where is my hed? By Saynt Yve, I feare me I shall be deade. And yf I were, me-thynke yt were no wonder, Syns my hed and my body is so farre asonder, _Entreth the_ MARCHAUNT. Mayster person,[137] now welcome by my life! 330 I pray you, how doth my maistres, your wyfe?[138] _Marchaunt._ Syr, for the presthod and wyfe that ye alledge I se ye speke more of dotage then knowledge. But let pas, syr, I wolde to you be sewter To brynge me, yf ye can, before Jupiter. 335 [_Mery-reporte._] Yes, Mary, can I, and wyll do yt in dede. Tary, and I shall make wey for your spede. [_Goes to_ JUPYTER.] In fayth, good lorde, yf it please your gracyous godshyp, I muste have a worde or twayne wyth your lordship. B ii _b_ Syr, yonder is a nother man in place, 340 Who maketh great sewt to speke wyth your grace. Your pleasure ones knowen, he commeth by and by.[139] _Jupyter._ Bryng hym before our presens, sone, hardely. _Mery-reporte._ Why! where be you? shall I not fynde ye? Come a-way, I pray god, the devyll blynde ye! 345