+M. Mery.+ Whough, wellaway. Ye may tarie one houre, and heare what I shall say, Ye were best sir for a while to reuiue againe, And quite them er ye go. +R. Royster.+ Trowest thou so? +M. Mery.+ Ye plain. +R. Royster.+ How may I reuiue being nowe so farre past? +M. Mery.+ I will rubbe your temples, and fette you againe at last. +R. Royster.+ It will not be possible. +M. Mery.+ Yes for twentie pounde. +R. Royster.+ Armes what dost thou? +M. Mery.+ Fet you again out of your sound By this crosse ye were nigh gone in deede, I might feele Your soule departing within an inche of your heele. Now folow my counsell. +R. Royster.+ What is it? +M. Mery.+ If I wer you, Custance should eft seeke to me, ere I woulde bowe. +R. Royster.+ Well, as thou wilt haue me, euen so will I doe. +M. Mery.+ Then shall ye reuiue againe for an houre or two. +R. Royster.+ As thou wilt I am content for a little space. +M. Mery.+ Good happe is not hastie: yet in space com[e]th grace, To speake with Custance your selfe shoulde be very well, What good therof may come, nor I, nor you can tell. But now the matter standeth vpon your mariage, Ye must now take vnto you a lustie courage. Ye may not speake with a faint heart to Custance, But with a lusty breast and countenance, That she may knowe she hath to answere to a man. +R. Royster.+ Yes I can do that as well as any can. +M. Mery.+ Then bicause ye must Custance face to face wowe, Let vs see how to behaue your selfe ye can doe. Ye must haue a portely bragge after your estate. +R. Royster.+ Tushe, I can handle that after the best rate. +M. Mery.+ Well done, so loe, vp man with your head and chin, Vp with that snoute man: so loe, nowe ye begin, So, that is somewhat like, but prankie cote, nay whan, That is a lustie brute, handes vnder your side man: So loe, now is it euen as it should bee, That is somewhat like, for a man of your degree. Then must ye stately goe, ietting vp and downe, Tut, can ye no better shake the taile of your gowne? There loe, suche a lustie bragge it is ye must make. +R. Royster.+ To come behind, and make curtsie, thou must som pains take. +M. Mery.+ Else were I much to blame, I thanke your mastershyp. The lorde one day all to begrime you with worshyp, Backe sir sauce, let gentlefolkes haue elbowe roome, Voyde sirs, see ye not maister Roister Doister come? Make place my maisters. +R. Royster.+ Thou iustlest nowe to nigh. +M. Mery.+ Back al rude loutes. +R. Royster.+ Tush. +M. Mery.+ I crie your maship mercy Hoighdagh, if faire fine mistresse Custance sawe you now, Ralph Royster Doister were hir owne I warrant you. +R. Royster.+ Neare an M by your girdle? +M. Mery.+ Your good mastershyps Maistershyp, were hir owne Mistreshyps mistreshyps, Ye were take vp for haukes, ye were gone, ye were gone, But now one other thing more yet I thinke vpon. +R. Royster.+ Shewe what it is.