_R. Royster._ I lacke yet an hedpiece. _M. Mery._ The kitchen collocauit,[571] the best hennes to grece, Runne, fet it Dobinet, and come at once withall, And bryng with thee my potgunne, hangyng by the wall, [_Dobinet goes_] I have seene your head with it full many a tyme, Covered as safe as it had bene with a skrine: 65 And I warrant it save your head from any stroke, Except perchaunce to be amased[572] with the smoke: I warrant your head therwith, except for the mist, As safe as if it were fast locked up in a chist: [_Dob. enters_] And loe here our Dobinet commeth with it nowe. 70 _D. Dough._ I will cover me to the shoulders well inow. _M. Mery._ Let me see it on. _R. Royster._ In fayth it doth metely well. _M. Mery._ There can be no fitter thing. Now ye must us tell What to do. _R. Royster._ Now forth in ray sirs, and stoppe no more. 73 _M. Mery._ Now sainct George to borow,[573] Drum dubbe a dubbe afore. _T. Trusty._ [_entering_]. What meane you to do sir, committe manslaughter. _R. Royster._ To kyll fortie such, is a matter of laughter. _T. Trusty._ And who is it sir, whome ye intende thus to spill? G iv _b_ _R. Royster._ Foolishe Custance here forceth me against my will. _T. Trusty._ And is there no meane your extreme wrath to slake. 80 She shall some amendes unto your good mashyp make. _R. Royster._ I will none amendes. _T. Trusty._ Is hir offence so sore? _M. Mery._ And he were a loute she coulde have done no more. She hath calde him foole, and dressed him like a foole. Mocked him lyke a foole, used him like a foole. 85 _T. Trusty._ Well yet the Sheriffe, the Justice, or Constable, Hir misdemeanour to punishe might be able. _R. Royster._ No sir, I mine owne selfe will in this present cause, Be Sheriffe, and Justice, and whole Judge of the lawes, This matter to amende, all officers be I shall, 90 Constable, Bailiffe, Sergeant. _M. Mery._ And hangman and all. _T. Trusty._ Yet a noble courage, and the hearte of a man Should more honour winne by bearyng with a woman. Therfore take the lawe, and lette hir aunswere thereto. _R. Royster._ Merygreeke, the best way were even so to do. 95 What honour should it be with a woman to fight? _M. Mery._ And what then, will ye thus forgo and lese your right? _R. Royster._ Nay, I will take the lawe on hir withouten grace. _T. Trusty._ Or yf your mashyp coulde pardon this one trespace. I pray you forgive hir. 100 _R. Royster._ Hoh? _M. Mery._ Tushe tushe sir do not. Be good maister to hir. _R. Royster._ Hoh?