_M. Mery._ Tush I say do not. And what shall your people here returne streight home? _T. Trustie._ Yea, levie the campe sirs, and hence againe eche one,[574] _R. Royster._ But be still in readinesse if I happe to call, I can not tell what sodaine chaunce may befall. 105 _M. Mery._ Do not off your harnesse sirs I you advise, At the least for this fortnight in no maner wise, Perchaunce in an houre when all ye thinke least, Our maisters appetite to fight will be best. But soft, ere ye go, have once at Custance house. 110 _R. Royster._ Soft, what wilt thou do? _M. Mery._ Once discharge my harquebouse And for my heartes ease, have once more with my potgoon. H i _R. Royster._ Holde thy handes else is all our purpose cleane fordoone. _M. Mery._ And it cost me my life. _R. Royster._ I say thou shalt not. _M. Mery_ [_making a mock assault_]. By the matte[575] but I will. Have once more with haile shot. 115 I will have some penyworth, I will not leese all. Actus. iiii. Scæna. viii.[576] M. MERYGREEKE. C. CUSTANCE. R. ROISTER. TIB. T. AN. ALYFACE. M. MUMBLECRUST. TRUPENIE. DOBINET DOUGHTIE. HARPAX. _Two drummes with their Ensignes._ _C. Custance._ What caitifes are those that so shake my house wall? _M. Mery_ [_with a sly wink_]. Ah sirrha[!] now Custance if ye had so muche wit I woulde see you aske pardon, and your selves submit. _C. Custance._ Have I still this adoe with a couple of fooles? _M. Mery._ Here ye what she saith? 5 _C. Custance._ Maidens come forth with your tooles. _R. Royster._ In a ray. _M. Mery._ Dubba dub sirrha. _R. Royster._ In a ray. They come sodainly on us. _M. Mery._ Dubbadub. _R. Royster._ In a ray. That ever I was borne, we are taken tardie. _M. Mery._ Now sirs, quite our selves like tall men and hardie. _C. Custance._ On afore Trupenie, holde thyne owne Annot, 10 On towarde them Tibet, for scape us they can not. Come forth Madge Mumblecrust, so stande fast togither. _M. Mery._ God sende us a faire day. _R. Royster._ See they marche on hither. _Tib. Talk._ But mistresse. _C. Custance._ What sayst [th]ou?[577] _Tib._ Shall I go fet our goose?[578] _C. Custance._ What to do? 15 _Tib._ To yonder Captain I will turne hir loose And she gape and hisse at him, as she doth at me, I durst jeoparde my hande she wyll make him flee. _C. Custance._ On forward. _R. Royster._ They com. _M. Mery._ Stand. [_They fight; M. hitting R._ _R. Royster._ Hold. _M. Mery._ Kepe. _R. Royster._ There. _M. Mery._ Strike. _R. Royster._ Take heede. _C. Custance._ Wel sayd Truepeny. _Trupeny._ Ah whooresons.