_M. Mery._ I never sawe your stomake cloyed yet in my lyfe. 20 _R. Royster._ Tushe I meane in strife or fighting to trie. _M. Mery._ We shall see how ye will strike nowe being angry. _R. Royster_ [_strikes M._]. Have at thy pate then, and save thy head if thou may. _M. Mery._ [_strikes R. again_]. Nay then have at your pate agyne by this day, _R. Royster._ Nay thou mayst not strike at me againe in no wise. 25 _M. Mery._ I can not in fight make to you suche warrantise: But as for your foes here let them the bargaine bie.[569] _R. Royster._ Nay as for they, shall every mothers childe die. And in this my fume a little thing might make me, To beate downe house and all, and else the devill take me. 30 _M. Mery._ If I were as ye be, by gogs deare mother, I woulde not leave one stone upon an other. Though she woulde redeeme it with twentie thousand poundes. _R. Royster._ It shall be even so, by his lily woundes. _M. Mery._ Bee not at one with hir upon any amendes. 35 _R. Royster._ No though she make to me never so many frendes. Nor if all the worlde for hir woulde undertake,[570] No not God hymselfe neither, shal not hir peace make, On therfore, marche forwarde,--soft, stay a whyle yet.[!] _M. Mery._ On. 40 _R. Royster._ Tary. _M. Mery._ Forth. _R. Royster._ Back. _M. Mery._ On. _R. Royster._ Soft. Now forward set. [_march against the house._] _C. Custance_ [_entering_:]. What businesse have we here? out[!] alas, alas! [_retires for fun._] _R. Royster._ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Dydst thou see that Merygreeke? how afrayde she was? Dydst thou see how she fledde apace out of my sight? [G iv] Ah good sweete Custance I pitie hir by this light. 45 _M. Mery._ That tender heart of yours wyll marre altogether, Thus will ye be turned with waggyng of a fether. _R. Royster._ On sirs, keepe your ray. _M. Mery._ On forth, while this geare is hot. _R. Royster._ Soft, the Armes of Caleys, I have one thing forgot. _M. Mery._ What lacke we now? 50 _R. Royster._ Retire, or else we be all slain. _M. Mery._ Backe for the pashe of God, backe sirs, backe againe. What is the great mater? _R. Royster._ This hastie forth goyng Had almost brought us all to utter undoing, It made me forget a thing most necessarie. _M. Mery._ Well remembered of a captaine by sainct Marie. 55 _R. Royster._ It is a thing must be had. _M. Mery._ Let us have it then. _R. Royster._ But I wote not where nor how. _M. Mery._ Then wote not I when. But what is it? _R. Royster._ Of a chiefe thing I am to seeke. _M. Mery._ Tut so will ye be, when ye have studied a weke. But tell me what it is? 60