M. MERRY. And though I have here his letter of love with me, Yet his rings and tokens he sent keep safe with ye. C. CUSTANCE. A mischief take his tokens, and him, and thee too! But what prate I with fools? Have I nought else to do? Come in with me, Sim. Suresby, to take some repast. SIM. SURE. I must, ere I drink, by your leave, go in all haste To a place or two with earnest letters of his. C. CUSTANCE. Then come drink here with me. SIM. SURE. I thank you. C. CUSTANCE. Do not miss. You shall have a token to your master with you. SIM. SURE. No tokens this time, gramercies. God be with you. [_Exeat._ C. CUSTANCE. Surely, this fellow misdeemeth some ill in me; Which thing, but God help, will go near to spill me. R. ROISTER. Yea, farewell, fellow, and tell thy master Goodluck, That he cometh too late of this blossom to pluck. Let him keep him there still, or at least-wise make no haste; As for his labour hither he shall spend in waste. His betters be in place now. M. MERRY. As long as it will hold. C. CUSTANCE (_aside_). I will be even with thee, thou beast, thou may'st be bold. R. ROISTER. Will ye have us then? C. CUSTANCE. I will never have thee. R. ROISTER. Then will I have you. C. CUSTANCE. No, the devil shall have thee. I have gotten this hour more shame and harm by thee, Than all thy life-days thou canst do me honesty. M. MERRY. Why, now may ye see what it com'th to in the end, To make a deadly foe of your most loving friend: And i-wis this letter, if ye would hear it now-- C. CUSTANCE. I will hear none of it. M. MERRY. In faith, ['t]would ravish you. C. CUSTANCE. He hath stained my name for ever, this is clear. R. ROISTER. I can make all as well in an hour. M. MERRY. As ten year. How say ye, will ye have him? C. CUSTANCE. No. M. MERRY. Will ye take him-- C. CUSTANCE. I defy him. M. MERRY. At my word? C. CUSTANCE. A shame take him! Waste no more wind, for it will never be. M. MERRY. This one fault with twain shall be mended, ye shall see. Gentle Mistress Custance now, good Mistress Custance, Honey Mistress Custance now, sweet Mistress Custance, Golden Mistress Custance now, white Mistress Custance, Silken Mistress Custance now, fair Mistress Custance. C. CUSTANCE. Faith, rather than to marry with such a doltish lout, I would match myself with a beggar, out of doubt. M. MERRY. Then I can say no more; to speed we are not like, Except ye rap out a rag of your rhetoric. C. CUSTANCE. Speak not of winning me; for it shall never be so. R. ROISTER. Yes, dame, I will have you, whether ye will or no. I command you to love me! wherefore should ye not? Is not my love to you chafing and burning hot? M. MERRY. To her! that is well said.