+M. Mery.+ Then I can say no more, to speede we are not like, Except ye rappe out a ragge of your Rhetorike. +C. Custance.+ Speake not of winnyng me: for it shall neuer be so. +R. Royster.+ Yes dame, I will haue you whether ye will or no, I commaunde you to loue me, wherfore shoulde ye not? Is not my loue to you chafing and burning hot? +M. Mery.+ Too hir, that is well sayd. +R. Royster.+ Shall I so breake my braine To dote vpon you, and ye not loue vs againe? +M. Mery.+ Wel sayd yet. +C. Custance.+ Go to you goose. +R. Royster.+ I say Kit Custance, In case ye will not haze, well, better yes perchaunce. +C. Custance.+ Auaunt lozell, picke thee hence. +M. Mery.+ Wel sir, ye perceiue, For all your kinde offer, she will not you receiue. +R. Royster.+ Then a strawe for hir, and a strawe for hir againe, She shall not be my wife, woulde she neuer so faine, No and though she would be at ten thousand pounde cost. +M. Mery.+ Lo dame, ye may see what an husbande ye haue lost. +C. Custance.+ Yea, no force, a iewell muche better lost than founde. +M. Mery.+ Ah, ye will not beleue how this doth my heart wounde. How shoulde a mariage betwene you be towarde, If both parties drawe backe, and become so frowarde. +R. Royster.+ Nay dame, I will fire thee out of thy house, And destroy thee and all thine, and that by and by. +M. Mery.+ Nay for the passion of God sir, do not so. +R. Royster.+ Yes, except she will say yea to that she sayde no. +C. Custance.+ And what, be there no officers trow we, in towne To checke idle loytrers, braggyng vp and downe? Where be they, by whome vacabunds shoulde be represt? That poore sillie Widowes might liue in peace and rest. Shall I neuer ridde thee out of my companie? I will call for helpe, what hough, come forth Trupenie. +Trupenie.+ Anon. What is your will mistresse? dyd ye call me? +C. Custance.+ Yea, go runne apace, and as fast as may be, Pray Tristram Trusty, my moste assured frende, To be here by and by, that he may me defende. +Trupenie.+ That message so quickly shall be done by Gods grace, That at my returne ye shall say, I went apace. _Exeat._ +C. Custance.+ Then shall we see I trowe, whether ye shall do me harme, +R. Royster.+ Yes in faith Kitte, I shall thee and thine so charme, That all women incarnate by thee may beware. +C. Custance.+ Nay, as for charming me, come hither if thou dare, I shall cloute thee tyll thou stinke, both thee and thy traine, And coyle thee mine owne handes, and sende thee home againe. +R. Royster.+ Yea sayst thou me that dame? dost thou me threaten? Goe we, I still see whether I shall be beaten. +M. Mery.+ Nay for the paishe of God, let me now treate peace, For bloudshed will there be in case this strife increace. Ah good dame Custance, take better way with you. +R. Royster.+ Let him do his worst. +M. Mery.+ Yeld in time. +R. Royster.+ Come hence thou. _Exeant Roister et Mery._ Actus. iiij. Scæna. iiij.