+C. Custance.+ Roister Doisters champion, I shrewe his best cheeke.

+T. Trusty.+ Roister Doister selfe your wower is with hym too.

Surely some thing there is with vs they haue to doe.

Actus. v. Scaena. v.

+M. Merygreeke. Ralph Roister. Gawyn Goodlucke. Tristram Trustie.

C. Custance.+

+M. Mery.+ Yond I see Gawyn Goodlucke, to whome lyeth my message, I will first salute him after his long voyage, And then make all thing well concerning your behalfe.

+R. Royster.+ Yea for the pashe of G.o.d.

+M. Mery.+ Hence out of sight ye calfe, Till I haue spoke with them, and then I will you fet,

+R. Royster.+ In G.o.ds name.

+M. Mery.+ What master Gawin Goodluck wel met And from your long voyage I bid you right welcome home.

+Ga. Good.+ I thanke you.

+M. Mery.+ I come to you from an honest mome.

+Ga. Good.+ Who is that?

+M. Mery.+ Roister Doister that doughtie kite.

+C. Custance.+ Fye, I can scarce abide ye shoulde his name recite.

+M. Mery.+ Ye must take him to fauour, and pardon all past, He heareth of your returne, and is full yll agast.

+Ga. Good.+ I am ryght well content he haue with vs some chere.

+C. Custance.+ Fye vpon him beast, then wyll not I be there.

+Ga. Good.+ Why Custance do ye hate hym more than ye loue me?

+C. Custance.+ But for your mynde sir, where he were would I not be?

+T. Trusty.+ He woulde make vs al laugh.

+M. Mery.+ Ye nere had better sport.

+Ga. Good.+ I pray you sweete Custance, let him to vs resort.

+C. Custance.+ To your will I a.s.sent.

+M. Mery.+ Why, suche a foole it is, As no man for good pastime would forgoe or misse.

+Ga. Good.+ Fet him to go wyth vs.

+M. Mery.+ He will be a glad man. _Ex._

+T. Trusty.+ We must to make vs mirth, maintaine hym all we can.

And loe yond he commeth and Merygreeke with him.

+C. Custance.+ At his first entrance ye shall see I wyll him trim.

But first let vs hearken the gentlemans wise talke.

+T. Trusty.+ I pray you marke if euer ye sawe crane so stalke.

Actus. v. Scaena. vj.

+R. Roister. M. Merygreeke. C. Custance. G. Goodlucke. T. Trustie.

D. Doughtie. Harpax.+

+R. Royster.+ May I then be bolde?

+M. Mery.+ I warrant you on my worde, They say they shall be sicke, but ye be at theyr borde.

+R. Royster.+ Thei wer not angry then.

+M. Mery.+ Yes at first, and made strange But when I sayd your anger to fauour shoulde change, And therewith had commended you accordingly, They were all in loue with your mashyp by and by.

And cried you mercy that they had done you wrong.

+R. Royster.+ For why, no man, woman, nor childe can hate me long.

+M. Mery.+ We feare (quod they) he will be auenged one day, Then for a peny giue all our liues we may.

+R Royster.+ Sayd they so in deede.

+M. Mery.+ Did they? yea, euen with one voice He will forgiue all (quod I) Oh how they did reioyce.

+R Royster.+ Ha, ha, ha.

+M. Mery.+ Goe fette hym (say they) while he is in good moode, For haue his anger who l.u.s.t, we will not by the Roode.

+R. Royster.+ I pray G.o.d that it be all true, that thou hast me tolde, And that she fight no more.

+M. Mery.+ I warrant you, be bolde Too them, and salute them.

+R. Royster.+ Sirs, I greete you all well.

_Omnes._ Your maistership is welcom.

+C. Custance.+ Sauyng my quarell.