M. MERRY. The more fond of you both: hardily the matter guess. T. TRUSTY. Lo, how say ye, dame? M. MERRY. Why, do ye think, dame Custance, That in this wooing I have meant ought but pastance? C. CUSTANCE. Much things ye spake, I wot, to maintain his dotage. M. MERRY. But well might ye judge, I spake it all in mockage; For why is Roister Doister a fit husband for you? T. TRUSTY. I dare say ye never thought it. M. MERRY. No, to God I vow. And did not I know afore of the insurance Between Gawin Goodluck and Christian Custance? And did not I for the nonce, by my conveyance, Read his letter in a wrong sense for dalliance? That if you could have take it up at the first bound, We should thereat such a sport and pastime have found, That all the whole town should have been the merrier. C. CUSTANCE. Ill ache your heads both! I was never wearier, Nor never more vexed since the first day I was born. T. TRUSTY. But very well I wist, he here did all in scorn. C. CUSTANCE. But I feared thereof to take dishonesty. M. MERRY. This should both have made sport, and showed your honesty; And Goodluck, I dare swear, your wit therein would 'low.[153] T. TRUSTY. Yea, being no worse than we know it to be now. M. MERRY. And nothing yet too late: for, when I come to him, Hither will he repair with a sheep's look full grim, By plain force and violence to drive you to yield. C. CUSTANCE. If ye two bid me, we will with him pitch a field, I and my maids together. M. MERRY. Let us see; be bold! C. CUSTANCE. Ye shall see women's war. T. TRUSTY. That fight will I behold. M. MERRY. If occasion serve, taking his part full brim, I will strike at you, but the rap shall light on him. When we first appear-- CUSTANCE. Then will I run away, As though I were afeard. T. TRUSTY. Do you that part well play, And I will sue for peace. M. MERRY. And I will set him on; Then will he look as fierce as a Cotsold lion.[154] T. TRUSTY. But when goest thou for him? M. MERRY. That do I very now. C. CUSTANCE. Ye shall find us here. M. MERRY. Well, God have mercy on you. [_Exit._ T. TRUSTY. There is no cause of fear; the least boy in the street-- C. CUSTANCE. Nay, the least girl I have, will make him take his feet. But, hark! me-think they make preparation. T. TRUSTY. No force, it will be a good recreation. C. CUSTANCE. I will stand within, and step forth speedily, And so make as though I ran away dreadfully. ACTUS IV., SCÆNA 7. R. ROISTER, M. MERRYGREEK, C. CUSTANCE, D. DOUGHTY, HARPAX, TRISTRAM TRUSTY. R. ROISTER. Now, sirs, keep your 'ray, and see your hearts be stout. But where be these caitiffs? Me-think they dare not rout.[155] How sayest thou, Merrygreek? What doth Kit Custance say? M. MERRY. I am loth to tell you.