_Scrib_. No other wee expect it.
_Abb_. Guide them in: [_Bell ring_.
Bewty and youthe to pitty 'tis no sinne.
_The bell ringes to mattens. Enter the Lord de Averne
and his Lady. Dennis and others_.
_Fr. Jhon_. Harke, the bell ringes to mattens.
_Fr. Rich_. See withall
Our noble patron with his lovely lady
Prepare for theire devotion. Nowe, Friar _Jhon_,
Your letcherous eye is conninge.
_Fr. Jhon_. I knowe my place.
_Abbott_. Way for our noble founder!
_L. Aberne_. Morrowe, father;
So to the rest of all the brotherhood.
[_The quire and musick; the fryars make a lane
with ducks and obeysance_.
_Voyces. Te tuosque semper, oh semper beamus,
Et salvos vos venisse, o venisse gaudeamus._
_Fr. Jhon_. Good daye to our fayre foundresse!
_Lady_. Mercy, Fryar _Jhon_;
Above the rest you are still dutifull,
For which wee kindly thanke you.
[_Exeunt: manet Jhon_.
_Fr. Jhon_. Kindly thanke you!
Nay, smyld withall! allthough that I have more
Then a monthes mind[77] to these younge harletryes
Yet heares the grownd on which I fyrst must build
And ryse my fortunes many steepes[78] hye.
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