+M. Mery.+ Once discharge my harquebouse And for my heartes ease, haue once more with my potgoon. +R. Royster.+ Holde thy handes else is all our purpose cleane fordoone. +M. Mery.+ And it cost me my life. +R. Royster.+ I say thou shalt not. +M. Mery.+ By the matte but I will. Haue once more with haile shot. I will haue some penyworth, I will not leese all. Actus. iiij. Scæna. viij. +M. Merygreeke. C. Custance. R. Roister. Tib. T. An. Alyface. M. Mumblecrust. Trupenie. Dobinet Doughtie. Harpax.+ _Two drummes with their Ensignes._ +C. Custance.+ What caitifes are those that so shake my house wall? +M. Mery.+ Ah sirrha now Custance if ye had so muche wit I woulde see you aske pardon, and your selues submit. +C. Custance.+ Haue I still this adoe with a couple of fooles? +M. Mery.+ Here ye what she saith? +C. Custance.+ Maidens come forth with your tooles. +R. Royster.+ In a ray. +M. Mery.+ Dubba dub sirrha. +R. Royster.+ In a ray. They come sodainly on vs. +M. Mery.+ Dubbadub. +R. Royster.+ In a ray. That euer I was borne, we are taken tardie. +M. Mery.+ Now sirs, quite our selues like tall men and hardie. +C. Custance.+ On afore Truepenie, holde thyne owne Annot, On towarde them Tibet, for scape vs they can not. Come forth Madge Mumblecrust, so stande fast togither. +M. Mery.+ God sende vs a faire day. +R. Royster.+ See they marche on hither. +Tib. Talk.+ But mistresse. +C. Custance.+ What sayst you? +Tib.+ Shall I go fet our goose? +C. Custance.+ What to do? +Tib.+ To yonder Captain I will turne hir loose And she gape and hisse at him, as she doth at me, I durst ieoparde my hande she wyll make him flee. +C. Custance.+ On forward. +R. Royster.+ They com. +M. Mery.+ Stand. +R. Royster.+ Hold. +M. Mery.+ Kepe. +R. Royster.+ There. +M. Mery.+ Strike. +R. Royster.+ Take heede. +C. Custance.+ Wel sayd Truepeny. +Trupeny.+ Ah whooresons. +C. Custance.+ Wel don in deede +M. Mery.+ Hold thine owne _Harpax_, downe with them Dobinet. +C. Custance.+ Now Madge, there Annot: now sticke them Tibet. +Tib. Talk.+ All my chiefe quarell is to this same little knaue, That begyled me last day, nothyng shall him saue. +D. Dough.+ Downe with this litle queane, that hath at me such spite, Saue you from hir maister, it is a very sprite. +C. Custance.+ I my selfe will mounsire graunde captaine vndertake, +R. Royster.+ They win grounde. +M. Mery.+ Saue your selfe sir, for gods sake. +R. Royster.+ Out, alas, I am slaine, helpe. +M. Mery.+ Saue your self. +R. Royster.+ Alas. +M. Mery.+ Nay then, haue at you mistresse. +R. Royster.+ Thou hittest me, alas. +M. Mery.+ I wil strike at Custance here. +R. Royster.+ Thou hittest me. +M. Mery.+ So I wil. Nay mistresse Custance. +R. Royster.+ Alas, thou hittest me still. Hold. +M. Mery.+ Saue your self sir. +R. Royster.+ Help, out alas I am slain