+M. Mery.+ Tush I say do not.

And what shall your people here returne streight home?

+T. Trustie.+ Yea, leuie the campe sirs, and hence againe eche one,

+R. Royster.+ But be still in readinesse if I happe to call, I can not tell what sodaine chaunce may befall.

+M. Mery.+ Do not off your harnesse sirs I you aduise, At the least for this fortnight in no maner wise, Perchaunce in an houre when all ye thinke least, Our maisters appet.i.te to fight will be best.

But soft, ere ye go, haue once at Custance house.

+R. Royster.+ Soft, what wilt thou do?

+M. Mery.+ Once discharge my harquebouse And for my heartes ease, haue once more with my potgoon.

+R. Royster.+ Holde thy handes else is all our purpose cleane fordoone.

+M. Mery.+ And it cost me my life.

+R. Royster.+ I say thou shalt not.

+M. Mery.+ By the matte but I will. Haue once more with haile shot.

I will haue some penyworth, I will not leese all.

Actus. iiij. Scaena. viij.

+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.+ Ah sirrha now Custance if ye had so muche wit I woulde see you aske pardon, and your selues submit.

+C. Custance.+ Haue I still this adoe with a couple of fooles?

+M. Mery.+ Here ye what she saith?

+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 vs.

+M. Mery.+ Dubbadub.

+R. Royster.+ In a ray.

That euer I was borne, we are taken tardie.

+M. Mery.+ Now sirs, quite our selues like tall men and hardie.

+C. Custance.+ On afore Truepenie, holde thyne owne Annot, On towarde them Tibet, for scape vs they can not.

Come forth Madge Mumblecrust, so stande fast togither.

+M. Mery.+ G.o.d sende vs a faire day.

+R. Royster.+ See they marche on hither.

+Tib. Talk.+ But mistresse.

+C. Custance.+ What sayst you?

+Tib.+ Shall I go fet our goose?

+C. Custance.+ What to do?

+Tib.+ To yonder Captain I will turne hir loose And she gape and hisse at him, as she doth at me, I durst ieoparde my hande she wyll make him flee.

+C. Custance.+ On forward.

+R. Royster.+ They com.

+M. Mery.+ Stand.

+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.

+C. Custance.+ Now Madge, there Annot: now sticke them Tibet.

+Tib. Talk.+ All my chiefe quarell is to this same little knaue, That begyled me last day, nothyng shall him saue.

+D. Dough.+ Downe with this litle queane, that hath at me such spite, Saue you from hir maister, it is a very sprite.