+R. Royster.+ I lacke yet an hedpiece. +M. Mery.+ The kitchen collocauit, the best hennes to grece, Runne, fet it Dobinet, and come at once withall, And bryng with thee my potgunne, hangyng by the wall, I haue seene your head with it full many a tyme, Couered as safe as it had bene with a skrine: And I warrant it saue your head from any stroke, Except perchaunce to be amased with the smoke: I warrant your head therwith, except for the mist, As safe as if it were fast locked vp in a chist: And loe here our Dobinet commeth with it nowe. +D. Dough.+ It will couer me to the shoulders well inow. +M. Mery.+ Let me see it on. +R. Royster.+ In fayth it doth metely well. +M. Mery.+ There can be no fitter thing. Now ye must vs tell What to do. +R. Royster.+ Now forth in ray sirs, and stoppe no more. +M. Mery.+ Now sainct George to borow, Drum dubbe a dubbe afore. +T. Trusty.+ What meane you to do sir, committe manslaughter. +R. Royster.+ To kyll fortie such, is a matter of laughter. +T. Trusty.+ And who is it sir, whome ye intende thus to spill? +R. Royster.+ Foolishe Custance here forceth me against my will. +T. Trusty.+ And is there no meane your extreme wrath to slake, She shall some amendes vnto your good mashyp make. +R. Royster.+ I will none amendes. +T. Trusty.+ Is hir offence so sore? +M. Mery.+ And he were a loute she coulde haue done no more. She hath calde him foole, and dressed him like a foole. Mocked him lyke a foole, vsed him like a foole. +T. Trusty.+ Well yet the Sheriffe, the Iustice, or Constable, Hir misdemeanour to punishe might be able. +R. Royster.+ No sir, I mine owne selfe will in this present cause, Be Sheriffe, and Iustice, and whole Iudge of the lawes, This matter to amende, all officers be I shall, Constable, Bailiffe, Sergeant. +M. Mery.+ And hangman and all. +T. Trusty.+ Yet a noble courage, and the hearte of a man. Should more honour winne by bearyng with a woman. Therfore take the lawe, and lette hir aunswere therto. +R. Royster.+ Merygreeke, the best way were euen so to do. What honour should it be with a woman to fight? +M. Mery.+ And what then, will ye thus forgo and lese your right? +R. Royster.+ Nay, I will take the lawe on hir withouten grace. +T. Trusty.+ Or yf your mashyp coulde pardon this one trespace. I pray you forgiue hir. +R. Royster.+ Hoh? +M. Mery.+ Tushe tushe sir do not. Be good maister to hir. +R. Royster.+ Hoh? +M. Mery.+ Tush I say do not. And what shall your people here returne streight home? +T. Trustie.+ Yea, leuie the campe sirs, and hence againe eche one, +R. Royster.+ But be still in readinesse if I happe to call, I can not tell what sodaine chaunce may befall. +M. Mery.+ Do not off your harnesse sirs I you aduise, At the least for this fortnight in no maner wise, Perchaunce in an houre when all ye thinke least, Our maisters appetite to fight will be best. But soft, ere ye go, haue once at Custance house. +R. Royster.+ Soft, what wilt thou do?