R. ROISTER. Gramercies, Merrygreek, most bound to thee I am. M. MERRY. But up with that heart, and speak out like a ram; Ye speak like a capon that had the cough now: Be of good cheer; anon ye shall do well enou'. R. ROISTER. Upon thy comfort I will all things well handle. M. MERRY. So, lo! that is a breast to blow out a candle.[45] But what is this great matter, I would fain know? We shall find remedy therefore, I trow. Do ye lack money? ye know mine old offers: Ye have always a key to my purse and coffers. R. ROISTER. I thank thee: had ever man such a friend! M. MERRY. Ye give unto me: I must needs to you lend. R. ROISTER. Nay, I have money plenty all things to discharge. M. MERRY (_aside_). That knew I right well, when I made offer so large. R. ROISTER. But it is no such matter. M. MERRY. What is it, then? Are ye in danger of debt[46] to any man? If ye be, take no thought, nor be not afraid; Let them hardily take thought[47] how they shall be paid. R. ROISTER. Tut, I owe nought. M. MERRY. What then? fear ye imprisonment? R. ROISTER. No. M. MERRY. No; I wist ye offend not so to be shent; But, if ye had, the Tower could not you so hold, But to break out at all times ye would be bold. What is it? hath any man threatened you to beat? R. ROISTER. What is he that durst have put me in that heat? He that beateth me, by His arms,[48] shall well find That I will not be far from him, nor run behind. M. MERRY. That thing know all men, ever since ye overthrew The fellow of the lion which Hercules slew. But what is it then? R. ROISTER. Of love I make my moan. M. MERRY. Ah, this foolish love! wil't ne'er let us alone? But, because ye were refused the last day, Ye said ye would ne'er more be entangled that way! I would meddle no more, since I find all so unkind. R. ROISTER. Yea, but I cannot so put love out of my mind. M. MERRY. But is your love, tell me first, in any wise In the way of marriage or of merchandise? If it may otherwise than lawful be found, Ye get none of my help for an hundred pound. R. ROISTER. No, by my troth, I would have her to my wife. M. MERRY. Then are ye a good man, and God save your life! And what or who is she, with whom ye are in love? R. ROISTER. A woman, whom I know not by what means to move. M. MERRY. Who is it? R. ROISTER. A woman yond. M. MERRY. What is her name? R. ROISTER. Her yonder. M. MERRY. Whom? R. ROISTER. Mistress, ah-- M. MERRY. Fy, fy for shame! Love ye, and know not whom? but _her yond! a woman!_ We shall then get you a wife, I cannot tell when. R. ROISTER. The fair woman that supped with us yesternight; And I heard her name twice or thrice, and had it right.