_C. Custance._ Wel don in deede. _M. Mery._ Hold thine owne _Harpax_, downe with them Dobinet. H i _b_ 20 _C. Custance._ Now Madge, there Annot: now sticke them Tibet. _Tib. Talk._ [_against Dob._]. All my chiefe quarell is to this same little knave, That begyled me last day, nothyng shall him save. _D. Dough._ Downe with this litle queane, that hath at me such spite, Save you from hir maister, it is a very sprite. 25 _C. Custance._ I my selfe will mounsire graunde[579] captaine undertake, [_advances against Roister._] _R. Royster._ They win grounde. _M. Mery._ Save your selfe sir, for gods sake. _R. Royster_ [_retiring, beaten_]. Out, alas, I am slaine, helpe. _M. Mery._ Save your selfe. _R. Royster._ Alas. _M. Mery._ Nay then, have at you mistresse. [_pretending to strike Cust., he hits Roist._] _R. Royster._ Thou hittest me, alas. _M. Mery._ I will strike at Custance here. [_again hitting R._] 30 _R. Royster._ Thou hittest me. _M. Mery._ [_aside_]. So I wil. Nay mistresse Custance. _R. Royster._ Alas, thou hittest me still. Hold. _M. Mery._ Save your self sir. _R. Royster._ Help,[580] out alas I am slain _M. Mery._ Truce, hold your hands, truce for a pissing while or twaine: Nay how say you Custance, for saving of your life, Will ye yelde and graunt to be this gentmans wife? 35 _C. Custance._ Ye tolde me he loved me, call ye this love? _M. Mery._ He loved a while even like a turtle dove. _C. Custance._ Gay love God save it, so soone hotte, so soone colde,[581] _M. Mery._ I am sory for you: he could love you yet so he coulde. _R. Royster._ Nay by cocks precious[582] she shall be none of mine. 40 _M. Mery._ Why so? _R. Royster. _Come away, by the matte she is mankine.[583] I durst adventure the losse of my right hande, If shee dyd not slee hir other husbande: And see if she prepare not againe to fight. _M. Mery._ What then? sainct George to borow, our Ladies knight.[584] 45 _R. Royster._ Slee else whom she will, by gog she shall not slee mee. _M. Mery._ How then? _R. Royster._ Rather than to be slaine, I will flee. _C. Custance._ Too it againe, my knightesses, downe with them all. _R. Royster._ Away, away, away, she will else kyll us all. _M. Mery._ Nay sticke to it, like an hardie man and a tall. 50 _R. Royster._ Oh bones,[585] thou hittest me. Away, or else die we shall. _M. Mery._ Away for the pashe of our sweete Lord Jesus Christ. _C. Custance._ Away loute and lubber, or I shall be thy priest. _Exeant_ [_Royster and his 'army.'_][586] So this fielde is ours we have driven them all away. H ii