_R. Royster._ For why, no man, woman, nor childe can hate me long.[609] _M. Mery._ We feare (quod they) he will be avenged one day, Then for a peny give all our lives we may. 10 _R. Royster._ Sayd they so in deede[?] _M. Mery._ Did they? yea, even with one voice He will forgive all (quod I) Oh how they did rejoyce. _R. Royster._ Ha, ha, ha. 13 _M. Mery._ Goe fette hym (say they) while he is in good moode, For have his anger who lust, we will not by the Roode. 15 _R. Royster._ I pray God that it be all true, that thou hast me tolde, And that she fight no more. _M. Mery._ I warrant you, be bolde Too them, and salute them. [_advance towards Goodl., etc._] _R. Royster._ Sirs, I greete you all well. _Omnes._ Your maistership is welcom. _C. Custance._ Savyng my quarell. For sure I will put you up into the Eschequer.[610] 20 _M. Mery._ Why so? better nay: Wherfore? _C. Custance._ For an usurer.[611] _R. Royster._ I am no usurer good mistresse by his armes. _M. Mery._ When tooke he gaine of money to any mans harmes? _C. Custance._ Yes, a fowle usurer he is, ye shall see els[--] I i _R. Royster_ [_aside to M._] Didst not thou promise she would picke no mo quarels? 25 _C. Custance._ He will lende no blowes, but he have in recompence Fiftene for one,[611] whiche is to muche of conscience. _R. Royster._ Ah dame, by the auncient lawe of armes, a man Hath no honour to foile his handes on a woman. _C. Custance._ And where other usurers[612] take their gaines yerely, 30 This man is angry but he have his by and by. _Ga. Goodl._ Sir, doe not for hir sake beare me your displeasure. _M. Mery._ Well, he shall with you talke therof more at leasure. Upon your good usage, he will now shake your hande. _R. Royster._ And much heartily welcome from a straunge lande. 35 _M. Mery._ Be not afearde Gawyn to let him shake your fyst. _Ga. Goodl._ Oh the moste honeste gentleman that ere I wist. I beseeche your mashyp to take payne to suppe with us. _M. Mery._ He shall not say you nay and I too, by Jesus. Bicause ye shall be friends, and let all quarels passe. 40 _R. Royster._ I wyll be as good friends with them as ere I was. _M. Mery._ Then let me fet your quier that we may have a song. _R. Royster._ Goe. _G. Goodluck._ I have hearde no melodie all this yeare long. _M. Mery_ [_to the musicians whom he has called in_]. Come on sirs quickly. _R. Royster._ Sing on sirs, for my frends sake. _D. Dough._ Cal ye these your frends? 45 _R. Royster._ Sing on, and no mo words make. _Here they sing._[613]