R. ROISTER. Nay, I will take the law on her withouten grace. T. TRUSTY. Or, if your maship could pardon this one trespass-- I pray you, forgive her. R. ROISTER. Hoh! M. MERRY. Tush, tush, sir, do not. T. TRUSTY. Be good master to her. R. ROISTER. Hoh! M. MERRY. Tush, I say, do not. And what! shall your people here return straight home? R. Roister. Yea, levy the camp, sirs, and hence again each one. But be still in readiness, if I hap to call;[162] I cannot tell what sudden chance may befall. M. MERRY. Do not off your harness, sirs, I you advise, At the least for this fortnight, in no manner wise. Perchance in an hour, when all ye think least, Our master's appetite to fight will be best. But soft, ere ye go, have once at Custance house. R. ROISTER. Soft, what wilt thou do? M. MERRY. Once discharge my arquebus; And for my heart's ease, have once more with my potgun. R. ROISTER. Hold thy hands! else is all our purpose clean fordone. M. MERRY. And it cost me my life! R. ROISTER. I say, thou shalt not. M. MERRY. By the matt,[163] but I will have once more with hail-shot. I will have some pennyworth; I will not lese all. ACTUS IV., SCÆNA 8. M. MERRYGREEK, C. CUSTANCE, R. ROISTER, TIB. T., AN. ALYFACE, M. MUMBLECRUST, TRUEPENNY, DOBINET DOUGHTY, HARPAX. _Two drums with their Ensigns._ C. CUSTANCE. What caitiffs are those, that so shake my house-wall? M. MERRY. Ah, sirrah now Custance, if ye had so much wit, I would see you ask pardon, and yourselves submit. C. CUSTANCE. Have I still this ado with a couple of fools? M. MERRY. Hear ye what she saith? C. CUSTANCE. Maidens, come forth with your tools, In a ray. M. MERRY. Dubba-dub, sirrah! R. ROISTER. In a ray! They come suddenly on us. M. MERRY. Dub-a-dub-dub! R. ROISTER. In a ray! That ever I was born! we are taken tardy. M. MERRY. Now, sirs, quit yourselves like tall men and hardy. C. CUSTANCE. On afore, Truepenny! Hold thine own, Annot! On toward them, Tibet, for scape us they cannot! Come forth, Madge Mumblecrust! so, stand fast together. M. MERRY. God send us a fair day! R. ROISTER. See, they march on hither. TIB. TALK. But, mistress-- C. CUSTANCE. What say'st thou? TIB. TALK. Shall I go fet our goose? C. CUSTANCE. What to do? TIB. TALK. To yonder Captain I will turn her loose. And she gape and hiss at him, as she doth at me, I durst jeopard my hand she will make him flee.[164] C. CUSTANCE. On forward! R. ROISTER. They come. M. MERRY. Stand! R. ROISTER. Hold! M. MERRY. Keep! R. ROISTER. There! M. MERRY. Strike! R. ROISTER. Take heed! C. CUSTANCE. Well said, Truepenny! TRUEPENNY. Ah, whoresons! C. CUSTANCE. Well done, indeed! M. MERRY. Hold thine own, Harpax! Down with them, Dobinet!