_R. Royster._ Why thou wretched villaine was all this same fault in thee? [_Advances angrily against M._] 90 _M. Mery_ [_strikes R._]. I knocke your costarde[533] if ye offer to strike me. _R. Royster._ Strikest thou in deede? and I offer but in jest? _M. Mery._ Yea and rappe you againe except ye can sit in rest. And I will no longer tarie here me beleve. _R. Royster._ What wilt thou be angry, and I do thee forgeve? 95 Fare thou well scribler, I crie thee mercie in deede. _Scrivener._ Fare ye well bibbler, and worthily may ye speede. _R. Royster._ If it were an other but thou, it were a knave. _M. Mery._ Ye are an other your selfe sir, the lorde us both save, Albeit in this matter I must your pardon crave, 100 Alas woulde ye wyshe in me the witte that ye have? But as for my fault I can quickely amende, I will shewe Custance it was I that did offende. _R. Royster._ By so doing hir anger may be reformed. _M. Mery._ But if by no entreatie she will be turned, 105 Then sette lyght by hir and bee as testie as shee, And doe your force upon hir with extremitie. _R. Roister._ Come on therefore lette us go home in sadnesse. _M. Mery._ That if force shall neede all may be in a readinesse,[534] And as for thys letter hardely[535] let all go, 110 We wyll know where[536] she refuse you for that or no. _Exeant am_[_bo._] Actus iiii. Scæna i. SYM SURESBY.