That ye may esteeme him after hys worthinesse, In these twentie townes and seke them throughout, Is not the like stocke, whereon to graffe a loute. All the day long is he facing and craking Of his great actes in fighting and fraymaking: But when Roister Doister is put to his proofe, To keepe the Queenes peace is more for his behoofe. If any woman smyle or cast on hym an eye, Vp is he to the harde eares in loue by and by, And in all the hotte haste must she be hys wife. Else farewell hys good days, and farewell his life, Maister Raufe Royster Doister is but dead and gon Excepte she on hym take some compassion, Then chiefe of counsell, must be Mathew Merygreeke, What if I for mariage to suche an one seeke? Then must I sooth it, what euer it is: For what he sayth or doth can not be amisse, Holde vp his yea and nay, be his nowne white sonne, Prayse and rouse him well, and ye haue his heart wonne, For so well liketh he his owne fonde fashions That he taketh pride of false commendations. But such sporte haue I with him as I would not leese, Though I should be bounde to lyue with bread and cheese. For exalt hym, and haue hym as ye lust in deede: Yea to hold his finger in a hole for a neede. I can with a worde make him fayne or loth, I can with as much make him pleased or wroth, I can when I will make him mery and glad, I can when me lust make him sory and sad, I can set him in hope and eke in dispaire, I can make him speake rough, and make him speake faire. But I maruell I see hym not all thys same day, I wyll seeke him out: But loe he commeth thys way, I haue yond espied hym sadly comming, And in loue for twentie pounde, by hys glommyng. Actus. j. Scæna. ij. +Rafe Roister Doister. Mathew Merygreeke.+ +R. Royster.+ Come death when thou wilt, I am weary of my life. +M. Mery.+ I tolde you I, we should wowe another wife. +R. Royster.+ Why did God make me suche a goodly person? +M. Mery.+ He is in by the weke, we shall haue sport anon. +R. Royster.+ And where is my trustie friende Mathew Merygreeke? +M. Mery.+ I wyll make as I sawe him not, he doth me seeke. +R. Royster.+ I haue hym espyed me thinketh, yond is hee, Hough Mathew Merygreeke my friend, a worde with thee. +M. Mery.+ I wyll not heare him, but make as I had haste, Farewell all my good friendes, the tyme away dothe waste, And the tide they say, tarieth for no man. +R. Royster.+ Thou must with thy good counsell helpe me if thou can. +M. Mery.+ God keepe thee worshypfull Maister Roister Doister, And fare well the lustie Maister Roister Doister. +R. Royster.+ I muste needes speake with thee a worde or twaine. +M. Mery.+ Within a month or two I will be here againe, Negligence in greate affaires ye knowe may marre all. +R. Royster.+ Attende vpon me now, and well rewarde thee I shall. +M. Mery.+ I haue take my leaue, and the tide is well spent.