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_ [_with a sly wink_]. Ah sirrha[!] now Custance if ye had so
muche wit
I woulde see you aske pardon, and your selves submit.
_C. Custance._ Have I still this adoe with a couple of fooles?
_M. Mery._ Here ye what she saith? 5
_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 us.
_M. Mery._ Dubbadub.
_R. Royster._ In a ray.
That ever I was borne, we are taken tardie.
_M. Mery._ Now sirs, quite our selves like tall men and hardie.
_C. Custance._ On afore Trupenie, holde thyne owne Annot, 10
On towarde them Tibet, for scape us they can not.
Come forth Madge Mumblecrust, so stande fast togither.
_M. Mery._ God sende us a faire day.
_R. Royster._ See they marche on hither.
_Tib. Talk._ But mistresse.
_C. Custance._ What sayst [th]ou?[577]
_Tib._ Shall I go fet our goose?[578]
_C. Custance._ What to do? 15
_Tib._ To yonder Captain I will turne hir loose
And she gape and hisse at him, as she doth at me,
I durst jeoparde my hande she wyll make him flee.
_C. Custance._ On forward.
_R. Royster._ They com.
_M. Mery._ Stand. [_They fight; M. hitting R._
_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.
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_C. Custance._ Now Madge, there Annot: now sticke them Tibet.
_Tib. Talk._ [_against Dob._]. All my chiefe quarell is to this same
little knave,
That begyled me last day, nothyng shall him save.
_D. Dough._ Downe with this litle queane, that hath at me such spite,
Save you from hir maister, it is a very sprite. 25
_C. Custance._ I my selfe will mounsire graunde[579] captaine
undertake, [_advances against Roister._]
_R. Royster._ They win grounde.
_M. Mery._ Save your selfe sir, for gods sake.
_R. Royster_ [_retiring, beaten_]. Out, alas, I am slaine, helpe.
_M. Mery._ Save your selfe.
_R. Royster._ Alas.
_M. Mery._ Nay then, have at you mistresse.
[_pretending to strike Cust., he hits Roist._]
_R. Royster._ Thou hittest me, alas.
_M. Mery._ I will strike at Custance here. [_again hitting R._] 30
_R. Royster._ Thou hittest me.
_M. Mery._ [_aside_]. So I wil.
Nay mistresse Custance.
_R. Royster._ Alas, thou hittest me still.
Hold.
_M. Mery._ Save your self sir.
_R. Royster._ Help,[580] out alas I am slain
_M. Mery._ Truce, hold your hands, truce for a pissing while or
twaine:
Nay how say you Custance, for saving of your life,
Will ye yelde and graunt to be this gentmans wife? 35
_C. Custance._ Ye tolde me he loved me, call ye this love?
_M. Mery._ He loved a while even like a turtle dove.
_C. Custance._ Gay love God save it, so soone hotte, so soone
colde,[581]
_M. Mery._ I am sory for you: he could love you yet so he coulde.
_R. Royster._ Nay by cocks precious[582] she shall be none of mine. 40
_M. Mery._ Why so?
_R. Royster. _Come away, by the matte she is mankine.[583]
I durst adventure the losse of my right hande,
If shee dyd not slee hir other husbande:
And see if she prepare not againe to fight.
_M. Mery._ What then? sainct George to borow, our Ladies
knight.[584] 45
_R. Royster._ Slee else whom she will, by gog she shall not slee mee.
_M. Mery._ How then?
_R. Royster._ Rather than to be slaine, I will flee.
_C. Custance._ Too it againe, my knightesses, downe with them all.
_R. Royster._ Away, away, away, she will else kyll us all.
_M. Mery._ Nay sticke to it, like an hardie man and a tall. 50
_R. Royster._ Oh bones,[585] thou hittest me. Away, or else die we
shall.
_M. Mery._ Away for the pashe of our sweete Lord Jesus Christ.
_C. Custance._ Away loute and lubber, or I shall be thy priest.
_Exeant_ [_Royster and his 'army.'_][586]
So this fielde is ours we have driven them all away. H ii
_Tib Talk._ Thankes to God mistresse, ye have had a faire day. 55
_C. Custance._ Well nowe goe ye in, and make your selfe some cheere.
_Omnes pariter._ We goe [!--_Exeant Custance's maidens_].
_T. Trust._ Ah sir, what a field we have had heere.
_C. Custance._ Friend Tristram, I pray you be a witnesse with me.
_T. Trusty._ Dame Custance, I shall depose for your honestie,
And nowe fare ye well, except some thing else ye wolde. 60
_C. Custance._ Not now, but when I nede to sende I will be bolde.
I thanke you for these paines. [_Exeat Trusty._[587]] And now I
wyll get me in,
Now Roister Doister will no more wowyng begin. _Ex._ 63
Actus. v. Scæna. i.