_R. Royster._ I am sorie God made me so comely doubtlesse,[368] For that maketh me eche where so highly favoured, And all women on me so enamoured.[369] _M. Mery._ Enamoured quod you? have ye spied out that? Ah sir, mary nowe I see you know what is what. 110 Enamoured ka?[370] mary sir say that againe, But I thought not ye had marked it so plaine. _R. Royster._ Yes, eche where they gaze all upon me and stare. _M. Mery._ Yea malkyn, I warrant you as muche as they dare. And ye will not beleve what they say in the streete, 115 When your mashyp passeth by all such as I meete, That sometimes I can scarce finde what aunswere to make. Who is this (sayth one) sir _Launcelot du lake_?[371] Who is this, greate _Guy_[372] of Warwike, sayth an other? No (say I) it is the thirtenth _Hercules_ brother. 120 Who is this? noble _Hector_ of _Troy_, sayth the thirde? No, but of the same nest (say I) it is a birde. Who is this? greate _Goliah_, _Sampson_, or _Colbrande_?[373] No (say I) but it is a brute[374] of the Alie[375] lande. Who is this? greate _Alexander_?[376] or _Charle le Maigne_? 125 No, it is the tenth Worthie, say I to them agayne: I knowe not if I sayd well. _R. Royster._ Yes for so I am. _M. Mery._ Yea, for there were but nine worthies before ye came. B i _b_ To some others, the third _Cato_[377] I doe you call. And so as well as I can I aunswere them all. 130 Sir I pray you, what lorde or great gentleman is this? Maister Ralph Roister Doister dame say I, ywis. O Lorde (sayth she than) what a goodly man it is, Woulde Christ I had such a husbande as he is. O Lorde (say some) that the sight of his face we lacke:[378] 135 It is inough for you (say I) to see his backe. His face is for ladies of high and noble parages.[379] With whome he hardly scapeth great mariages. With muche more than this, and much otherwise. _R. Royster._ I can thee thanke that thou canst suche answeres devise: 140 But I perceyve thou doste me throughly knowe. _M. Mery._ I marke your maners for myne owne learnyng I trowe, But suche is your beautie, and suche are your actes, Suche is your personage, and suche are your factes,[380] That all women faire and fowle, more and less, 145 They[381] eye you, they lubbe[382] you, they talke of you doubtlesse, Your p[l]easant looke maketh them all merie, Ye passe not by, but they laugh till they be werie, Yea and money coulde I have[,] the truthe to tell, Of many, to bryng you that way where they dwell. 150 _R. Royster._ Merygreeke for this thy reporting well of mee: