+M. Mery.+ Nay mistresse Custance, I warrant you, our letter Is not as we redde een nowe, but much better, And where ye halfe stomaked this gentleman afore, For this same letter, ye wyll loue hym now therefore, Nor it is not this letter, though ye were a queene, That shoulde breake marriage betweene you twaine I weene. +C. Custance.+ I did not refuse hym for the letters sake. +R. Royster.+ Then ye are content me for your husbande to take. +C. Custance.+ You for my husbande to take? nothing lesse truely. +R. Royster.+ Yea say so, sweete spouse, afore straungers hardly. +M. Mery.+ And though I haue here his letter of loue with me, Yet his ryng and tokens he sent, keepe safe with ye. +C. Custance.+ A mischiefe take his tokens, and him and thee too. But what prate I with fooles? haue I nought else to doo? Come in with me Sym Suresby to take some repast. +Sim Sure.+ I must ere I drinke by your leaue, goe in all hast, To a place or two, with earnest letters of his. +C. Custance.+ Then come drink here with me. +Sim Sure.+ I thank you. +C. Custance.+ Do not misse You shall haue a token to your maister with you. +Sym Sure.+ No tokens this time gramercies, God be with you. _Exeat._ +C. Custance.+ Surely this fellowe misdeemeth some yll in me. Which thing but God helpe, will go neere to spill me. +R. Royster.+ Yea farewell fellow, and tell thy maister Goodlucke That he commeth to late of thys blossome to plucke. Let him keepe him there still, or at least wise make no hast, As for his labour hither he shall spende in wast. His betters be in place nowe. +M. Mery.+ As long as it will hold. +C. Custance.+ I will be euen with thee thou beast, thou mayst be bolde. +R. Royster.+ Will ye haue vs then? +C. Custance.+ I will neuer haue thee. +R. Royster.+ Then will I haue you? +C. Custance.+ No, the deuill shal haue thee. I haue gotten this houre more shame and harme by thee, Then all thy life days thou canst do me honestie. +M. Mery.+ Why nowe may ye see what it comth too in the ende, To make a deadly foe of your most louing frende: And ywis this letter if ye woulde heare it now. +C. Custance.+ I will heare none of it. +M. Mery.+ In faith would rauishe you. +C. Custance.+ He hath stained my name for euer this is cleare. +R. Royster.+ I can make all as well in an houre. +M. Mery.+ As ten yeare. How say ye, wil ye haue him? +C. Custance.+ No. +M. Mery.+ Wil ye take him? +C. Custance.+ I defie him. +M. Mery.+ At my word? +C. Custance.+ A shame take him. Waste no more wynde, for it will neuer bee. +M. Mery.+ This one faulte with twaine shall be mended, ye shall see. Gentle mistresse Custance now, good mistresse Custance, Honey mistresse Custance now, sweete mistresse Custance, Golden mistresse Custance now, white mistresse Custance, Silken mistresse Custance now, faire mistresse Custance. +C. Custance.+ Faith rather than to mary with suche a doltishe loute, I woulde matche my selfe with a begger out of doute.