_M. Mery._ Fet you again out of your sound[496] By this crosse ye were nigh gone in deede, I might feele Your soule departing within an inche of your heele. E i _b_ Now folow my counsell. _R. Royster._ What is it? _M. Mery._ If I wer you, Custance should eft seeke to me, ere I woulde bowe. 100 _R. Royster._ Well, as thou wilt have me, even so will I doe. _M. Mery._ Then shall ye revive againe for an houre or two. _R. Royster._ As thou wilt I am content for a little space. _M. Mery._ Good happe is not hastie:[497] yet in space com[e]th grace,[498] To speake with Custance your selfe shoulde be very well, 105 What good therof may come, nor I, nor you can tell. But now the matter standeth upon your mariage, Ye must now take unto you a lustie courage.[499] Ye may not speake with a faint heart to Custance, But with a lusty breast[500] and countenance, 110 That she may knowe she hath to answere to a man. _R. Royster._ Yes I can do that as well as any can. _M. Mery._ Then bicause ye must Custance face to face wowe, Let us see how to behave your selfe ye can doe. Ye must have a portely bragge after your estate. 115 _R. Roister._ Tushe, I can handle that after the best rate. _M. Mery._ Well done, so loe, up man with your head and chin, Up with that snoute man: so loe, nowe ye begin, So, that is somewhat like, but[,] prankie[501] cote, nay[,] whan[!] That is a lustie brute,[502] handes under your side man: 120 So loe, now is it even as it shoulde[503] bee, That is somewhat like, for a man of your degree. Then must ye stately goe, jetting[504] up and downe, Tut, can ye no better shake the taile of your gowne? There loe, such a lustie bragge it is ye must make. 125 _R. Royster._ To come behind, and make curtsie, thou must som pains take. _M. Mery._ Else were I much to blame, I thanke your mastershyp[,][505] The lorde one day[--]all to begrime you with worshyp, [_M. pushes violently against R._] Backe sir sauce,[506] let gentlefolkes have elbowe roome, Voyde sirs, see ye not maister Roister Doister come? 130 Make place my maisters. [_Knocks against R._] _R. Royster._ Thou justlest nowe to nigh. _M. Mery._ Back al rude loutes. E ii _R. Royster._ Tush. _M. Mery._ I crie your maship mercy Hoighdagh, if faire fine mistresse Custance sawe you now, Ralph Royster Doister were hir owne I warrant you. _R. Royster._ Neare[507] an M by your girdle?[508] 135 _M. Mery._ Your good mastershyps Maistershyp, were hir owne Mistreshyps mistreshyps, Ye were take[509] up for haukes, ye were gone, ye were gone, But now one other thing more yet I thinke upon.