+R. Royster.+ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Dydst thou see that Merygreeke? how afrayde she was?
Dydst thou see how she fledde apace out of my sight?
Ah good sweete Custance I pitie hir by this light.
+M. Mery.+ That tender heart of yours wyll marre altogether, Thus will ye be turned with waggyng of a fether.
+R. Royster.+ On sirs, keepe your ray.
+M. Mery.+ On forth, while this geare is hot
+R. Royster.+ Soft, the Armes of Caleys, I haue one thing forgot.
+M. Mery.+ What lacke we now?
+R. Royster.+ Retire, or else we be all slain.
+M. Mery.+ Backe for the pashe of G.o.d, backe sirs, backe againe.
What is the great mater?
+R. Royster.+ This hastie forth goyng Had almost brought vs all to vtter vndoing, It made me forget a thing most necessarie.
+M. Mery.+ Well remembred of a captaine by sainct Marie.
+R. Royster.+ It is a thing must be had.
+M. Mery.+ Let vs haue it then.
+R. Royster.+ But I wote not where nor how.
+M. Mery.+ Then wote not I when.
But what is it?
+R. Royster.+ Of a chiefe thing I am to seeke.
+M. Mery.+ Tut so will ye be, when ye haue studied a weke.
But tell me what it is?
+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 n.o.ble 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 tres.p.a.ce.
I pray you forgiue hir.
+R. Royster.+ Hoh?
+M. Mery.+ Tushe tushe sir do not.
Be good maister to hir.
+R. Royster.+ Hoh?