_Wynde Myller._ Let not me be forgoten, I beseche ye. _Both_ MYLLERS _goth forth_. _Mery-reporte._ If I remember you not both alyke I wolde ye were over the eares in the dyke. Now be we ryd of two knaves at one chaunce. 765 By saynte Thomas, yt is a knavyshe ryddaunce. _The_ GENTYLWOMAN _entreth_. _Gentylwoman._ Now, good god, what a foly is this? What sholde I do where so mych people is? I know not how to passe in to the god now. _Mery-reporte._ No, but ye know how he may passe into you. 770 _Gentylwoman._ I pray you let me in at the backe syde. _Mery-reporte._ Ye, shall I so, and your fore syde so wyde? C iv Nay not yet; but syns ye love to be alone, We twayne will into a corner anone. But fyrste, I pray you, come your way hyther, 775 And let us twayne chat a whyle to-gyther. _Gentylwoman._ Syr, as to you I have lyttell mater. My commynge is to speke wyth Jupiter. _Mery-reporte._ Stande ye styll a whyle, and I wyll go prove Whether that the god wyll be brought in love. 780 My lorde, how nowe! loke uppe lustely! Here is a derlynge come, by saynt Antony. And yf yt be your pleasure to mary, Speke quyckly; for she may not tary. In fayth, I thynke ye may wynne her anone; 785 For she wolde speke with your lordshyp alone. _Jupyter._ Sonne, that is not the thynge at this tyme ment. If her sewt concerne no cause of our hyther resorte, Sende her out of place; but yf she be bent To that purpose, heare her and make us reporte. 790 _Mery-reporte._ I count women lost, yf we love them not well, For ye se god loveth them never a dele. Maystres ye can not speake wyth the god. _Gentylwoman._ No! why?