C. CUSTANCE. Now, Madge; there, Annot; now stick them, Tibet! TIB. TALK. All my chief quarrel is to this same little knave, That beguiled me last day; nothing shall him save. D. DOUGH. Down with this little quean, that hath at me such spite! Save you from her, master, it is a very sprite. C. CUSTANCE. I myself will mounsire grand captain undertake. R. ROISTER. They win ground! M. MERRY. Save yourself, sir, for God's sake! R. ROISTER. Out, alas! I am slain; help! M. MERRY. Save yourself! R. ROISTER. Alas! M. MERRY. Nay, then, have at you, mistress. R. ROISTER. Thou hittest me, alas! M. MERRY. I will strike at Custance here. R. ROISTER. Thou hittest me! M. MERRY. (_aside._) So I will. Nay, mistress Custance. R. ROISTER. Alas! thou hittest me still. Hold! M. MERRY. Save yourself, sir! R. ROISTER. Help! out alas! I am slain. M. MERRY. Truce, hold your hands! truce, for a pissing while or twain.[165] Now, how say you, Custance, for saving of your life, Will ye yield, and grant to be this gentleman's wife? C. CUSTANCE. Ye told me he loved me; call ye this love? M. MERRY. He loved a while, even like a turtle-dove. C. CUSTANCE. Gay love, God save it! so soon hot, so soon cold. M. MERRY. I am sorry for you: he could love you yet, so he could. R. ROISTER. Nay, by Cock's precious, she shall be none of mine. M. MERRY. Why so? R. ROISTER. Come away, by the matt, she is mankine.[166] I durst adventure the loss of my right hand. If she did not slee her other husband. And see, if she prepare not again to fight! M. MERRY. What, then, Saint George to borrow, our Lady's knight? R. ROISTER. Slee else whom she will, by Gog, she shall not slee me. M. MERRY. How then? R. ROISTER. Rather than to be slain, I will flee. C. CUSTANCE. To it again, my knightesses! down with them all! R. ROISTER. Away, away, away! she will else kill us all. M. MERRY. Nay, stick to it, like an hardy man and a tall. R. ROISTER. O bones, thou hittest me! Away, or else die we shall. M. MERRY. Away, for the pash of our sweet Lord Jesus Christ! C. CUSTANCE. Away, lout and lubber, or I shall be thy priest! [_Exeant Om._[167] So this field is ours; we have driven them all away. TIB. TALK. Thanks to God, mistress, ye have had a fair day. C. CUSTANCE. Well, now go ye in, and make yourself some good cheer. OMNES PARITER. We go. T. TRUSTY. Ah, sir! what a field we have had here. C. CUSTANCE. Friend Tristram, I pray you be a witness with me. T. TRUSTY. Dame Custance, I shall depose for your honesty. And now fare ye well, except something else ye would.