+M. Mery.+ If occasion serue, takyng his parte full brim, I will strike at you, but the rappe shall light on him.

When we first appeare.

+C. Custance.+ Then will I runne away As though I were afeard.

+T. Trusty.+ Do you that part wel play And I will sue for peace.

+M. Mery.+ And I wil set him on.

Then will he looke as fierce as a Cotssold lyon.

+T. Trusty.+ But when gost thou for him?

+M. Mery.+ That do I very nowe.

+C. Custance.+ Ye shal find vs here.

+M. Mery.+ Wel G.o.d haue mercy on you. _Ex._

+T. Trusty.+ There is no cause of feare, the least boy in the streete:

+C. Custance.+ Nay, the least girle I haue, will make him take his feete.

But hearke, me thinke they make preparation.

+T. Trusty.+ No force, it will be a good recreation.

+C. Custance.+ I will stand within, and steppe forth speedily, And so make as though I ranne away dreadfully.

Actus. iiij. Scaena. vij.

+R. Royster. M. Merygreeke. C. Custance. D. Doughtie. Harpax.

Tristram Trusty.+

+R. Royster.+ Nowe sirs, keepe your ray, and see your heartes be stoute, But where be these caitifes, me think they dare not route, How sayst thou Merygreeke? What doth Kit Custance say?

+M. Mery.+ I am loth to tell you.

+R. Royster.+ Tushe speake man, yea or nay?

+M. Mery.+ Forsooth sir, I haue spoken for you all that I can.

But if ye winne hir, ye must een play the man, Een to fight it out, ye must a mans heart take.

+R. Royster.+ Yes, they shall know, and thou knowest I haue a stomacke.

[+M. Mery.+] A stomacke (quod you) yea, as good as ere man had.

+R. Royster.+ I trowe they shall finde and feele that I am a lad.

+M. Mery.+ By this crosse I haue seene you eate your meate as well, As any that ere I haue seene of or heard tell, A stomacke quod you? he that will that denie I know was neuer at dynner in your companie.

+R. Royster.+ Nay, the stomacke of a man it is that I meane.

+M. Mery.+ Nay the stomacke of a horse or a dogge I weene.

+R. Royster.+ Nay a mans stomacke with a weapon meane I.

+M. Mery.+ Ten men can scarce match you with a spoone in a pie.

+R. Royster.+ Nay the stomake of a man to trie in strife.

+M. Mery.+ I neuer sawe your stomacke cloyed yet in my lyfe.

+R. Royster.+ Tushe I meane in strife or fighting to trie.

+M. Mery.+ We shall see how ye will strike nowe being angry.

+R. Royster.+ Haue at thy pate then, and saue thy head if thou may.

+M. Mery.+ Nay then haue at your pate agayne by this day,

+R. Royster.+ Nay thou mayst not strike at me againe in no wise.

+M. Mery.+ I can not in fight make to you suche warrantise: But as for your foes here let them the bargaine bie.

+R. Royster.+ Nay as for they, shall euery mothers childe die.

And in this my fume a little thing might make me, To beate downe house and all, and else the deuill take me.

+M. Mery.+ If I were as ye be, by gogs deare mother, I woulde not leaue one stone vpon an other.

Though she woulde redeeme it with twentie thousand poundes.

+R. Royster.+ It shall be euen so, by his lily woundes.

+M. Mery.+ Bee not at one with hir vpon any amendes.

+R. Royster.+ No though she make to me neuer so many frendes.

Nor if all the worlde for hir woulde vndertake, No not G.o.d hymselfe neither, shal not hir peace make, On therfore, marche forwarde, soft, stay a whyle yet.

+M. Mery.+ On.

+R. Royster.+ Tary.

+M. Mery.+ Forth.

+R. Royster.+ Back.

+M. Mery.+ On.

+R. Royster.+ Soft. Now forward set.

+C. Custance.+ What businesse haue we here? out alas, alas.