M. Mery, Then to serve your turne I will some paines take.

And let all myne owne affaires alone for your sake.
And so Merygreeke falls to work.
M, Mery. What is this great matter I would fain knowe. We shall fynde remedie therefore I trowe. Do ye lacke money ? Ye knowe myne old offers. Ye have always a key to my purse and coffers. . . •
R, Royster, Nay I have money plentie all thinges to discharge.
M, Mery, That knewe I ryght well when I made offer so large.
And so presently, after much talk, it comes out that Roy- ster Doyster is in love.