_C. Custance._ So sirra, if I should not with hym take this way,
I should not be ridde of him I thinke till doomes day,
I will call forth my folkes, that without any mockes
If he come agayne we may give him rappes and knockes.
Mage Mumblecrust, come forth, and Tibet Talke apace. 5
Yea and come forth too, mistresse Annot Alyface.
[_Enter the maids._]
_Annot Aly._ I come.
_Tibet._ And I am here.
_M. Mumb._ And I am here too at length.
_C. Custance._ Like warriers if nede bee, ye must shew your strength
The man that this day hath thus begiled you,
Is Ralph Roister Doister, whome ye know well inowe,[552] 10
The moste loute and dastarde that ever on grounde trode.
_Tib. Talk._ I see all folke mocke hym when he goth abrode.
_C. Custance._ What pretie maide? will ye talke when I speake?
_Tib. Talk._ No forsooth good mistresse.
_C. Custance._ Will ye my tale breake?
He threatneth to come hither with all his force to fight, 15
I charge you if he come[:] on him with all your might[!]
_M. Mumbl._ I with my distaffe will reache hym one rappe,
_Tib. Talk._ And I with my newe broome will sweepe hym one swappe,
And then with our greate clubbe I will reache hym one rappe[--]
_An. Aliface._ And I with our skimmer will fling him one flappe. 20
_Tib. Talk._ Then Trupenies fireforke will him shrewdly fray,
And you with the spitte may drive him quite away.
_C. Custance._ Go make all ready, that it may be een so. Gi _b_
_Tib. Talk._ For my parte I shrewe them that last about it go.
_Exeant._
Actus. iiii. Scæna. v.