_C. Custance._ Speake not of winnyng me: for it shall never be so. _R. Royster._ Yes dame, I will have you whether ye will or no, I commaunde you to love me, wherfore shoulde ye not? Is not my love to you chafing and burning hot? 85 _M. Mery._ Too hir, that is well sayd. _R. Royster._ Shall I so breake my braine To dote upon you, and ye not love us againe? _M. Mery._ Wel sayd yet. _C. Custance._ Go to[,] you goose. _R. Royster._ I say Kit Custance, In case ye will not haze,[545] well, better yes perchaunce. F iv _b_ _C. Custance._ Avaunt lozell,[546] picke thee hence. 90 _M. Mery._ Well sir, ye perceive, For all your kinde offer, she will not you receive. _R. Royster._ Then a strawe for hir, and a strawe for hir againe, She shall not be my wife, woulde she never so faine, No and though she would be at ten thousand pounde cost. _M. Mery._ Lo dame, ye may see what an husbande ye have lost. 95 _C. Custance._ Yea, no force, a jewell muche better lost than founde. _M. Mery._ Ah, ye will not beleve how this doth my heart wounde. How shoulde a mariage betwene you be towarde, If both parties drawe backe, and become so frowarde. _R. Royster_ [_threatening, advancing upon Cust._]. Nay dame, I will fire thee out of thy house,[547] 100 And destroy thee and all thine, and that by and by. _M. Mery._ Nay for the passion of God sir, do not so. _R. Royster._ Yes, except she will say yea to that she sayd no. _C. Custance._ And what, be there no officers trow we, in towne To checke idle loytrers,[548] braggyng up and downe? 105 Where be they, by whome vacabunds shoulde be represt? That poore sillie[549] Widowes might live in peace and rest. Shall I never ridde thee out of my companie? I will call for helpe, what hough, come forth Trupenie. _Trupenie_ [_entering_]. Anon. What is your will mistresse? dyd ye call me? 110 _C. Custance._ Yea, go runne apace, and as fast as may be, Pray Tristram Trusty, my moste assured frende, To be here by and by, that he may me defende. _Trupenie._ That message so quickly shall be done by Gods grace, That at my returne ye shall say, I went apace. _Exeat._ 115 _C. Custance._ Then shall we see I trowe, whether ye shall do me harme, _R. Royster._ Yes in faith Kitte, I shall thee[550] and thine so charme, That all women incarnate by thee may beware. _C. Custance._ Nay, as for charming me, come hither if thou dare, I shall cloute thee tyll thou stinke, both thee and thy traine, 120 And coyle thee mine owne handes, and sende thee home againe.