M. MERRY. Now Jesus Christ be your speed. Good night, Roger, old knave! farewell, Roger, old knave! Good night, Roger, old knave, knave knap! [_ut infra._[114] Pray for the late master Roister Doister's soul, And come forth, parish clerk; let the passing-bell toll. [_Ad servos milites._ Pray for your master, sirs; and for him ring a peal. He was your right good master, while he was in heal. R. ROISTER. _Qui Lazarum._ Heigho! M. MERRY. Dead men go not so fast _in Paradisum_. R. ROISTER. Heigho! M. MERRY. Soft, hear what I have cast. R. ROISTER. I will hear nothing, I am past. M. MERRY. Whough, wellaway! Ye may tarry one hour, and hear what I shall say. Ye were best, sir, for awhile to revive again, And quite them, ere ye go. R. ROISTER. Trowest thou so? M. MERRY. Yea, plain. R. ROISTER. How may I revive, being now so far past? M. MERRY. I will rub your temples, and fet you again at last. R. ROISTER. It will not be possible. M. MERRY. Yes, for twenty pound. R. ROISTER. Arms! what dost thou? M. MERRY. Fet you again out of your sound.[115] By this cross, ye were nigh gone indeed; I might feel Your soul departing within an inch of your heel. Now follow my counsel-- R. ROISTER. What is it? M. MERRY. If I were you, Custance should eft seek to me, ere I would bow. R. ROISTER. Well, as thou wilt have me, even so will I do. M. MERRY. Then shall ye revive again for an hour or two. R. ROISTER. As thou wilt: I am content, for a little space. M. MERRY. Good hap is not hasty: yet in space cometh grace. To speak with Custance yourself should be very well; What good thereof may come, nor I nor you can tell. But now the matter standeth upon your marriage, Ye must now take unto you a lusty carriage.[116] Ye may not speak with a faint heart to Custance. But with a lusty breast[117] and countenance, That she may know she hath to answer to a man. R. ROISTER. Yes, I can do that as well as any can. M. MERRY. Then, because ye must Custance face to face woo, Let us see how to behave yourself ye can do. Ye must have a portly brag after your estate. R. ROISTER. Tush, I can handle that after the best rate. M. MERRY. Well done; so, lo! up, man, with your head and chin! Up with, that snout, man: so lo! now ye begin. So, that is somewhat like; but, pranky-coat, nay when? That is a lusty brute! hands unto your side, man: So, lo! now is it even as it should be; That is somewhat like for a man of your degree. Then must ye stately go, jetting up and down.[118] Tut! can ye no better shake the tail of your gown? There, lo! such a lusty brag it is ye must make. R. ROISTER. To come behind, and make curts'y,[119] thou must some pains take.