+T. Trusty.+ I dare say ye neuer thought it. +M. Mery.+ No to God I vow. And dyd not I knowe afore of the insurance Betweene Gawyn Goodlucke, and Christian Custance? And dyd not I for the nonce, by my conueyance, Reade his letter in a wrong sense for daliance? That if you coulde haue take it vp at the first bounde, We should therat such a sporte and pastime haue founde, That all the whole towne should haue ben the merier. +C. Custance.+ Ill ake your heades both, I was neuer werier, Nor neuer more vexte since the first day I was borne. +T. Trusty.+ But very well I wist he here did all in scorne. +C. Custance.+ But I feared therof to take dishonestie. +M. Mery.+ This should both haue made sport, and shewed your honestie And Goodlucke I dare sweare, your witte therin would low. +T. Trusty.+ Yea, being no worse than we know it to be now. +M. Mery.+ And nothing yet to late, for when I come to him, Hither will he repaire with a sheepes looke full grim, By plaine force and violence to driue you to yelde. +C. Custance.+ If ye two bidde me, we will with him pitche a fielde, I and my maides together. +M. Mery.+ Let vs see, be bolde. +C. Custance.+ Ye shall see womens warre. +T. Trusty.+ That fight wil I behold. +M. Mery.+ If occasion serue, takyng his parte full brim, I will strike at you, but the rappe shall light on him. When we first appeare. +C. Custance.+ Then will I runne away As though I were afeard. +T. Trusty.+ Do you that part wel play And I will sue for peace. +M. Mery.+ And I wil set him on. Then will he looke as fierce as a Cotssold lyon. +T. Trusty.+ But when gost thou for him? +M. Mery.+ That do I very nowe. +C. Custance.+ Ye shal find vs here. +M. Mery.+ Wel god haue mercy on you. _Ex._ +T. Trusty.+ There is no cause of feare, the least boy in the streete: +C. Custance.+ Nay, the least girle I haue, will make him take his feete. But hearke, me thinke they make preparation. +T. Trusty.+ No force, it will be a good recreation. +C. Custance.+ I will stand within, and steppe forth speedily, And so make as though I ranne away dreadfully. Actus. iiij. Scæna. vij. +R. Royster. M. Merygreeke. C. Custance. D. Doughtie. Harpax. Tristram Trusty.+ +R. Royster.+ Nowe sirs, keepe your ray, and see your heartes be stoute, But where be these caitifes, me think they dare not route, How sayst thou Merygreeke? What doth Kit Custance say? +M. Mery.+ I am loth to tell you. +R. Royster.+ Tushe speake man, yea or nay? +M. Mery.+ Forsooth sir, I haue spoken for you all that I can. But if ye winne hir, ye must een play the man, Een to fight it out, ye must a mans heart take. +R. Royster.+ Yes, they shall know, and thou knowest I haue a stomacke. [+M. Mery.+] A stomacke (quod you) yea, as good as ere man had. +R. Royster.+ I trowe they shall finde and feele that I am a lad.