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 What creature is in health, eyther yong or olde. Ralph Roister Doister Ralph Roister Doister. Roister Doister. Udall, Nicholas, 1505-1556. [66] p. H. Denham for T. Hacket?, [London : 1566?] 1552

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The Prologue . WHat Creature is in health , eyther yong or olde , But som mirth with modestie wil be glad to vse As we in thys Enterlude shall now vnfolde , Wherin all scurilitie we vtterly refuse , Auoiding such mirth wherin is abuse : Knowing nothing more comendable for a mans recreation Than Mirth which is vsed in an honest fashion : For Myrth prolongeth lyfe , and causeth health . Mirth recreates our spirites and voydeth pensiuenesse , Mirth increaseth amitie , not hindring our wealth , Mirth is to be vsed both of more and lesse , Being mixed with vertue in decent comlynesse . As we trust no good nature can gainsay the same : Which mirth we intende to vse , auoidyng all blame . The wyse Poets long time heretofore , Under merrie Comedies secretes did declare , Wherein was contained very vertuous lore , With mysteries and forewarnings very rare . Suche to write neither Plautus nor Terence dyd spare , Whiche among the learned at this day beares the bell : These with such other therein dyd excell . Our Comedie or Enterlude which we intende to play . Is named Royster Doyster in déede . Which against the vayne glorious doth inuey , Whose humour the roysting sort continually doth féede . Thus by your pacience we intende to procéede In this our Enterlude by Gods leaue and grace , And here I take my leaue for a certaine space . FINIS .
Actus . j. Scaena . j. Mathewe Merygreeke . He entreth singing . AS long lyueth the mery man ( they say ) As doth the sory man , and longer by a day . Yet the Grassehopper for all his Sommer pipyng , Sterueth in Winter wyth hungrie gripyng , Therefore an other sayd sawe doth men aduise , That they be together both mery and wise . Thys Lesson must I practise , or else ere long , Wyth mée Mathew Merygréeke it will be wrong . In deede men so call me , for by him that vs bought , What euer chaunce betide , I can take no thought , Yet wisedome woulde that I did my selfe bethinke Where to be prouided this day of meate and drinke : For knowe ye , that for all this merie note of mine , He might appose me now that should aske where I dine . My lyuing lieth heere and there , of Gods grace , Sometime wyth this good man , sometyme in that place , Sometime Lewis Loytrer biddeth me come néere , Somewhyles Watkin Waster maketh vs good chéere , Sometime Dauy Diceplayer when he hath well cast Kéepeth reuell route as long as it will last . Sometime Tom Titiuile maketh vs a feast , Sometime with sir Hugh Pye I am a bidden gueast , Sometime at Nichol Neuerthriues I get a soppe , Sometime I am feasted with Bryan Blinkinsoppe , Sometime I hang on Hankyn Hoddydodies sléeue , But thys day on Ralph Royster Doysters by hys léeue . For truely of all men he is my chiefe banker Both for meate and money , and my chiefe shootanker . For , sooth Roister Doister in that he doth say , And require what ye will ye shall haue no nay , But now of Roister Doister somewhat to expresse , That ye may estéeme him after hys worthinesse , In these twentie townes and seke them throughout , Is not the like stocke , whereon to graffe a loute . All the day long is he facing and craking Of his great actes in fighting and fraymaking : But when Roister Doister is put to his proofe , To kéepe the Quéenes peace is more for his behoofe . If any woman smyle or cast on hym an eye , Up is he to the harde eares in loue by and by , And in all the hotte haste must she be hys wife , Else farewell hys good days , and farewell his life , Maister Raufe Royster Doister is but dead and gon Excepte she on hym take some compassion , Then chiefe of counsell , must be Mathew Merygréeke , What if I for mariage to suche an one séeke ? Then must I sooth it , what euer it is : For what he sayth or doth can not be amisse , Holde vp his yea and nay , be his nowne white sonne , Prayse and rouse him well , and ye haue his heart wonne , For so well liketh he his owne fonde fashions That he taketh pride of false commendations . But such sporte haue I with him as I would not léese , Though I should be bounde to lyue with bread and chéese . For exalt hym , and haue hym as ye lust in déede : Yea to hold his finger in a hole for a néede . I can with a worde make him fayne or loth , I can with as much make him pleased or wroth , I can when I will make him mery and glad , I can when me lust make him sory and sad , I can set him in hope and eke in dispaire , I can make him speake rough , and make him speake faire . But I maruell I see hym not all thys same day , I wyll séeke him out : But loe he commeth thys way , I haue yond espied hym sadly comming , And in loue for twentie 〈◊〉 , by hys glommyng .
Actus . j. Scaena . ij. Rafe Roister Doister . Mathew Merygreeke . R. Royster. COme death when thou wilt , I am weary of my life . M. Mery. I tolde you I , we should wowe an other wife . R. Royster. Why did God make me suche a goodly person ? M. Mery. He is in by the weke , we shall haue sport anon . R. Royster. And where is my trustie friende Mathew Merygréeke ? M. Mery. I wyll make as I sawe him not , he doth me seeke . R. Roister . I haue hym espyed me thinketh , yond is hée , Hough Mathew Merygreeke my friend , a worde with thée . M. Mery. I wyll not heare him , but make as I had haste , Farewell all my good friendes , the tyme away dothe waste , And the tide they say , tarieth for no man . R. Roister . Thou must with thy good counsell helpe me if thou can . M. Mery. God kéepe thée worshypfull Maister Roister Doister , And fare well the lustie Maister Roister Doister . R. Royster. I muste needes speake with thée a worde or twaine . M. Mery. Within a month or two I will be here againe , Negligence in greate affaires ye knowe may marre all . R. Roister . Attende vpon me now , and well rewarde thée I shall . M. Mery. I haue take my leaue , and the tide is well spent . R. Roister . I die except thou helpe , I pray thée be content , Doe thy parte wel nowe , and aske what thou wilt , For without thy aide my matter is all spilt . M. Mery. Then to serue your turne I will some paines take , And let all myne owne affaires alone for your sake . R. Royster. My whole hope and trust resteth onely in thée , M. Mery. Then can ye not doe amisse what euer it bée . R. Royster. Gramercies Merygréeke , most bounde to thée I am . M. Mery. But vp with that heart , and speake out like a ramme , Ye speake like a Capon that had the cough now : Bee of good cheere , anon ye shall doe well ynow . R. Royster. Upon thy comforte , I will all things well handle . M. Mery. So loe , that is a breast to blowe out a candle . But what is this great matter I woulde faine knowe , We shall fynde remedie therefore I trowe . Doe ye lacke money ? ye knowe myne olde offers , Ye haue always a key to my purse and coffers . R. Royster. I thanke thee : had euer man suche a frende ? M. Mery. Ye gyue vnto me : I must néedes to you lende . R. Royster. Nay I haue money plentie all things to discharge . M. Mery. That knewe I ryght well when I made offer so large . But it is no suche matter . M. M. What is it than ? Are ye in daunger of debte to any man ? If ye be , take no thought nor be not afraide , Let them hardly take thought how they shall be paide . R. Royster. Tut I owe nought . M. M. What then ? fear ye imprisonment ? R. R. No M. M. No I wist ye offende , not so to be shent . But if he had , the Toure coulde not you so holde , But to breake out at all times ye would be bolde . What is it ? hath any man threatned you to beate ? R. Royster. What is he that durst haue put me in that heate ? He that beateth me by his armes shall well fynde , That I will not be farre from him nor runne behinde . M. Mery. That thing knowe all men euer since ye ouerthrewe , The fellow of the Lion which Hercules slewe . But what is it than ? R. R. Of loue I make my mone . M. Mery. Ah this foolishe a loue , wilt neare let vs alone ? But bicause ye were refused the last day , Ye sayd ye woulde nere more be intangled that way . I woulde medle no more , since I fynde all so vnkinde . R. Royster. Yea , but I can not so put loue out of my minde . Math. Mer. But is your loue tell me first , in any wise , In the way of Mariage , or of Merchandise ? If it may otherwise than lawfull be founde , Ye get none of my helpe for an hundred pounde . R. Royster. No by my trouth I woulde haue hir to my Wife . M. Mery. Then are ye a good man , and God saue your life , And what or who is she , with whome ye are in loue ? R. Royster. A woman whome I knowe not by what meanes to moue . M. Mery. Who is it ? R. R. A woman yond . M. M. What is hir name ? R. Royster. Hir yonder . M. M. Whom ? R. R. Mistresse ah . M. M. Fy fy for shame Loue ye , and know not whome ? but hir yonde , a Woman , We shall then get you a Wyfe , I can not tell whan . R. Royster. The faire Woman , that supped wyth vs yesternyght , And I hearde hir name twice or thrice , and had it ryght . M. Mery. Yea , ye may sée ye nere take me to good chéere with you , If ye had , I coulde haue tolde you hir name now . R. Royster. I was to blame in déede , but the nexte tyme perchaunce : And she dwelleth in this house . M. M. What Christian Custance . R. Royster. Except I haue hir to my Wife , I shall runne madde . M. Mery. Nay vnwise perhaps , but I warrant 〈◊〉 for madde . R. Royster. I am vtterly dead vnlesse I haue my desire . M. Mery. Where be the bellowes that blewe this sodeine fire ? R. Royster. I heare she is worthe a thousande pounde and more . M. Mery. Yea , but learne this one lesson of me afore , An hundred pounde of Marriage money doubtlesse , Is euer thirtie pounde sterlyng , or somewhat lesse , So that hir Thousande pounde yf she be thriftie , Is muche neere aboute two hundred and fiftie , Howebeit wowers and Widowes are neuer poore . R. Royster. Is she a Widowe ? I loue hir better therefore . M. Mery. But I heare she hath made promise to another . R. Royster. He shall goe without hir , and he were my brother . M. Mery. I haue hearde say , I am right well aduised , That she hath to Gawyn Goodlucke promised . R. Royster. What is that Gawyn Goodlucke ? M. M. a Merchant man . R. Royster. Shall he speede afore me ? nay sir by swéete Sainct Anne . Ah sir , Backare quod Mortimer to his sowe , I wyll haue hir myne owne selfe I make God a vow . M. Mery. For I tell thee , she is worthe a thousande pounde . Yet a fitter wife for your maship might be founde : Suche a goodly man as you , might get one wyth lande , Besides poundes of golde a thousande and a thousande , And a thousande , and a thousande , and a thousande , And so to the summe of twentie hundred thousande , Your most goodly personage is worthie of no lesse . R. Royster. I am sorie God made me so comely doubtlesse . For that maketh me eche where so highly fauoured , And all women on me so enamoured . M. Mery. Enamoured quod you ? haue ye spied out that ? Ah sir , mary nowe I sée you know what is what . Enamoured ka ? mary sir say that againe , But I thought not ye had marked it so plaine . R. Royster. Yes , eche where they gaze all vpon me and stare . M. Mery. Yea malky● ▪ I warrant you as muche as they dare . And ye will not beleue what they say in the stréete , When your mashyp passeth by all such as I méete , That sometimes I can scarce finde what aunswere to make . Who is this ( sayth one ) sir Launcelot du lake ? Who is this , greate Cuy of Warwike , sayth an other ? No ( say I ) it is the thirtenth Hercules brother . Who is this ? noble Hector of Troy , sayth the thirde ? No , but of the same nest ( say I ) it is a birde . Who is this ? greate Goliah , Sampson , or Colbrande ? No ( say I ) but it is a brute of the Alie lande . Who is this ? greate Alexander ? or Charle le Maigne ? No , it is the tenth Worthie , say I to them agayne : I knowe not if I sayd well . R. R. Yes for so I am . M. Mery. Yea , for there were but nine worthies before ye came . To some others , the thirde Cato I doe you call . And so as well as I can I aunswere them all . Sir I pray you , what lorde or great gentleman is this ? Maister Ralph Roister Doister dame say I , ywis . O Lorde ( sayth she than ) what a goodly man it is , Woulde Christ I had such a husbande as he is . O Lorde ( say some ) that the sight of his face we lacke : It is inough for you ( say I ) to sée his backe . His face is for ladies of high and noble parages ▪ With whome he hardly scapeth great mariages . With muche more than this , and much otherwise . R. Royster. I can thee thanke that thou canst suche answeres deuise : But I perceyue thou doste me throughly knowe . M Mery . I marke your maners for myne owne learnyng I trowe , But suche is your beautie , and suche are your actes , Suche is your personage , and suche are your factes , That all women faire and fowle , more and lesse , They eye you , they lubbe you , they talke of you doubtlesse . Your peasant looke maketh them all merie , Ye passe not by , but they laugh till they be werie , Yea and money coulde I haue the truthe to tell , Of many , to bryng you that way where they dwell . R. Royster. Merygréeke for this thy reporting well of mee : M. Mery. What shoulde I else sir , it is my duetie pardee . R. Royster. I promise thou shalt not lacke , while I haue a grote . M. Mery. Faith sir , and I nere had more nede of a newe cote . R Royster. Thou shalte haue one to morowe , and golde for to spende . M. Mery. Then I trust to bring the day to a good ende . For as for mine owne parte hauing money inowe , I coulde lyue onely with the remembrance of you . But nowe to your Widowe whome you loue so hotte . R. Royster. By cocke thou sayest truthe , I had almost forgotte . M. Mery. What if Christian Custance will not haue you what ? R. Roister . Haue me ? yes I warrant you , neuer doubt of that , I knowe she loueth me , but she dare not speake . M. Mery. In deede meete it were some body should it breake . R. Roister . She looked on me twentie tymes yesternight , And laughed so . M. M. That she coulde not sitte vpright , R. Roister . No faith coulde she not . M. M. No euen such a thing I cast . R. Royster. But for wowyng thou knowest women are shamefast . But and she knewe my minde , I knowe she would be glad , And thinke it the best chaunce that euer she had . M. Mery. Too hir then like a man , and be bolde forth to starte , Wowers neuer spéede well , that haue a false harte . R. Roister . What may I best doe ? M. M. Sir remaine ye a while , Ere long one or other of hir house will appere . Ye knowe my minde . R. R. Yea now hardly lette me alone . M. Mery. In the meane time sir , if you please , I wyll home , And call your Musitians , for in this your case It would sette you forth , and all your wowyng grace , Ye may not lacke your instrumentes to play and sing . R. Royster. Thou knowest I can doe that . M. M. As well as any thing . Shall I go call your folkes , that ye may shewe a cast ? R. Royster. Yea runne I beséeche thée in all possible haste . M. Mery. I goe . Exeat . R. R. Yea for I loue singyng out of measure , It comforteth my spirites and doth me great pleasure . But who commeth forth yond from my swete hearte Custance ? My matter ●●ameth well , thys is a luckie chaunce .
Actus . j. Scaena . iij. Mage Mumble crust , spinning of the distaffe . Tibet Talk apace , sowyng . Annot Alyface knittyng . R Roister . M. Mumbl. IF thys distaffe were spoonne Margerie Mumblecrust . Tib Talk . Where good stale ale is will drinke no water I trust . M. Mumbl. Dame Custance hath promised vs good ale and white bread . Tib Talk . If she kepe not promise , I will beshrewe hir head : But it will be starke nyght before I shall haue done . R. Royster. I will stande here a while , and talke with them anon , I heare them speake of Custance , which doth my heart good , To heare hir name spoken doth euen comfort my blood . M. Mumbl. Sit downe to your worke Tibet like a good girle . Tib Talk . Nourse medle you with your spyndle and your whirle , No haste but good , Madge Mumblecrust , for whip and whurre The olde prouerbe doth say , neuer made good furre . M. Mumbl. Well , ye wyll sitte downe to your worke anon , I trust . Tib Talk . Soft fire maketh swéete malte , good Madge Mumblecrust . M. Mumbl. And sweete malte maketh ioly good ale for the nones . Tib Talk . Whiche will slide downe the lane without any bones . Cantet. Olde browne bread crustes must haue much good mumblyng , But good ale downe your throte hath good easie tumbling . R. Royster. The iolyest wenche that ere I hearde , little mouse , May I not reioyce that she shall dwell in my house ? Tib Talk . So sirrha , nowe this geare beginneth for to frame . M. Mumbl. Thanks to God , though your work stand stil , your tong is not lame Tib. Talk . And though your téeth be gone , both so sharpe & so fine Yet your tongue can renne on patins as well as mine . M. Mumbl. Ye were not for nought named Tyb Talke apace . Tib Talk . Doth my talke grieue you ? Alack , God saue your grace . M. Mumbl. I holde a grote ye will drinke anon for this geare . Tib Talk . And I wyll not pray you the stripes for me to beare . M. Mumbl. I holde a penny , ye will drinke without a cup . Tib Talk . Wherein so ere ye drinke , I wote ye drinke all vp . An. Alyface By Cock and well sowed , my good Tibet Talke apace . Tib Talk . And een as well knitte my nowne Annot Alyface . R. Royster. See what a sort she kepeth that must be my wife . Shall not I when I haue hir , leade a merrie life ? Tib Talk . Welcome my good wenche , and sitte here by me iust . An. Alyface . And howe doth our olde beldame here , Mage Mumblecrust ? The Talk . Chyde , and finde faultes , and threaten to complaine . An. Alyface . To make vs poore girles shent to hir is small gaine . M. Mumbl. I dyd neyther chyde , nor complaine , nor threaten . R. Royster. It woulde grieue my heart to sée one of them beaten . M. Mumbl. I dyd nothyng but dyd hir worke and holde hir peace . Tib Talk . So would I , if you coulde your clattering ceasse : But the deuill can not make olde trotte holde hir tong . An. Alyface . Let all these matters passe , and we thrée sing a song , So shall we pleasantly bothe the tyme beguile now , And eke dispatche all our workes ere we can tell how . Tib Talk . I shrew them that say nay , and that shall not be I . M. Mumbl. And I am well content . Tib. Talk . Sing on then by and by . R. Royster. And I will not away , but listen to their song , Yet Merygreeke and my folkes tary very long . Tib , An , and Margerie , doe singe here . Pipe mery Annot. &c. Trilla , Trilla , Trillarie . Worke Tibet , worke Annot , worke Margerie . Sewe Tibet , knitte Annot , spinne Margerie . Let vs see who shall winne the victorie . Tib Talk . This sleue is not willyng to be sewed I trowe . A small thing might make me all in the grounde to throwe . Then they sing agayne . Pipe merrie Annot. &c. Trilla . Trilla . Trillarie . What Tibet , what Annot , what Margerie . Ye sléepe , but we doe not , that shall we trie . Your fingers be nombde , our worke will not lie . Tib Talk . If ye doe so againe , well I would aduise you nay . In good sooth one stoppe more , and I make holy day . They sing the thirde tyme . Pipe Mery Annot. &c. Trilla . Trilla . Trillarie . Nowe Tibbet , now Annot , nowe Margerie . Nowe whippet apace for the maystrie , But it will not be , our mouth is so drie . Tib Talk . Ah , eche finger is a thombe to day me thinke , I care not to let all alone , choose it swimme or sinke . They sing the fourth tyme . Pipe Mery Annot. &c. Trilla . Trilla . Trillarie . When Tibet , Lette hir caste downe hir worke . when Annot , when Margerie . I will not , I can not , no more can I . Then giue we all ouer , and there let it lye . Tib Talk . There it lieth , the worste is but a curried cote , Tut I am vsed therto , I care not a grote . An. Alyface . Haue we done singyng since ? then will I in againe , Here I founde you , and here I leaue both twaine . Exeat . M. Mumbl. And I will not be long after : Tib Talke apace . Tib Talk . What is the matter ? M. Mumb. Yond stode a man al this space And hath hearde all that euer we spake togyther . Tib Talk . Mary the more loute he for his comming hither . And the lesse good he can to listen maidens talke . I care not and I go byd him hence for to walke : It were well done to knowe what he maketh here away . R. Royster. Nowe myght I speake to them , if I wist what to say . M. Mumbl. Nay we will go both off , and sée what he is . R. Royster. One that hath hearde all your talke and singyng ywis . Tib Talk . The more to blame you , a good thriftie husbande Woulde elsewhere haue had some better matters in hande . R. Royster. I dyd it for no harme , but for good loue I beare , To your dame mistresse Custance , I did your talke heare . And Mistresse nource I will kisse you for acquaintance . M. Mumbl. I come anon sir . Tib. T. Faith I would our dame Custance Sawe this geare . M. M. I must first wipe al cleane , yea I must . Tib Talk . Ill chieue it dotyng foole , but it must be cust . M. Mumbl. God yelde you sir , chad not so much ichotte not whan , ●ere since chwas bore chwine , of such a gay gentleman . R. Royster. I will kisse you too mayden for the good will I beare you . Tib Talk . No forsoth , by your leaue ye shall not kisse me . R. Royster. Yes be not afearde , I doe not disdayne you a whit . Tib Talk . Why shoulde I feare you ? I haue not so little wit , Ye are but a man I knowe very well . R. R. Why then ? Tib Talk . Forsooth for I wyll not , I vse not to kisse men . R. Royster. I would faine kisse you too good maiden , if I myght . Tib Talk . What shold that néede ? R. R. But to honor you by this light . I vse to kisse all them that I loue to God I vowe . Tib. Talk . Yea sir ? I pray you when dyd ye last kisse your cowe . R. Royster. Ye might be proude to kisse me , if ye were wise . Tib Talk . What promotion were therin ? R. R. Nourse is not so nice . Tib Talk . Well I haue not bene taught to kissing and licking . R. Royster. Yet I thanke you mistresse Nourse , ye made no sticking . M. Mumbl. I will not sticke for a kosse with such a man as you . Tib Talk . They that lust : I will againe to my sewyng now . An. Alyfac. Tidings hough , tidings , dame Custance gréeteth you well . R. Royster. Whome me ? An. Al. You sir ? no sir ? I do no suche tale tell . R. Royster. But and she knewe me here . An. Al. Tybet Talke apace , Your mistresse Custance and mine , must speake with your grace Tib Talk . With me ? An. Aly. Ye muste come in to hir out of all doutes . Tib Talk . And my work not half done ? A mischief on all loutes . Ex. am . R. Royster. Ah good swéet nourse . M. Mumb. A good swéete gentleman . R. R. what ? M. Mumbl. Nay I can not tel sir , but what thing would you ? R. Royster. Nowe dothe swéete Custance , my heart of gold , tell me how ? M. Mumbl. She dothe very well sir , and commaunde me to you . R. Royster. To me ? M. M. Yea to you sir . R. R. To me ? nurse tel me plain To me ? M. Mumb. Ye . R. R. That word maketh me aliue again . M. Mumbl. She commaunde me to one last day who ere it was . R. Royster. That was een to me and none other by the Masse . M. Mumbl. I can not tell you surely , but one it was . R. Royster. It was I and none other : this commeth to good passe . I promise thée nourse I fauour hir . M. Mumb. Een so sir . R. Royster. Bid hir sue to me for mariage . M. Mumbl. Een so sir . R. Royster. And surely for thy sake she shall spéede . M. Mumb. Een so sir . R. Royster. I shall be contented to take hir . M. Mumb. Een so sir . R. Royster. But at thy request and for thy sake . M. Mumb. Een so sir . And come hearke in thine eare what to say . M. Mumb. Een so sir . Here lette him tell hir a great long tale in hir care .
Actus . j. Scaena . iiij. Mathew Merygreeke . Dobinet Doughtie . Harpax . Ralph Royster. Margerie Mumblecrust . M. Mery. COme on sirs apace , and quite your selues like men , Your pains shal be rewarded . D. Dou. But I wot not when . M. Mery. Do your maister worship as ye haue done in time past . D. Dough. Speake to them : of mine office he shall haue a cast . M. Mery. Harpax , looke that thou doe well too , and thy fellow . Harpax . I warrant , if he will myne example folowe . M. Mery. Curtsie whooresons , douke you and crouche at euery worde , D. Dough. Yes whether our maister speake earnest or borde . M. Mery. For this lieth vpon his preferment in deede . D. Dough. Oft is hée a wower , but neuer doth he speede . M. Mery. But with whome is he nowe so sadly roundyng yond ? D. Dough. With Nobs nicebecetur miserere fonde . ●. Mery . God be at your wedding , be ye spedde alredie ? I did not suppose that your loue was so greedie , I perceiue nowe ye haue chose of deuotion , And ioy haue ye ladie of your promotion . R. Royster. Tushe foole , thou art deceiued , this is not she . M. Mery. Well mocke muche of hir , and keepe hir well I vise ye . I will take no charge of such a faire piece kéeping . M. Mumbl. What ayleth thys fellowe ? he driueth me to wéeping . M. Mery. What wéepe on the weddyng day ? be merrie woman , Though I say it , ye haue chose a good gentleman . R. Royster. Kocks nownes what meanest thou man , tut a whistle . R. Royster. Ah sir , be good to hir , she is but a gristle , Ah sweete lambe and coney . R. R. Tut thou art deceiued . M. Mery. Weepe no more lady , ye shall be well receiued . Up wyth some mery noyse sirs , to bring home the bride . R. Royster. Gogs armes knaue , art thou 〈◊〉 I tel thee thou art wide . M. Mery. Then ye entende by nyght to haue hir 〈◊〉 brought . R. Royster. I tel thee no . M. M. How the ? R. R. T is neither met ne thought . M. Mery. What shall we then doe with hir ? R. R. Ah foolish harebraine , This is not she . M. M. No is ? why then vnsayde againe , And what yong girle is this with your mashyp so bolde ? R. Royster. A girle ? M. M. Yea . I dare say , scarse yet three score yere old . R. Royster. This same is the faire widowes nourse of whome ye wotte . M. Mery. Is she but a nourse of a house ? hence home olde trotte , Hence at once . R. R. No no . M. M. What an please your 〈◊〉 A nourse talke so homely with one of your worship ? R. Royster. I will haue it so : it is my pleasure and will . M. Mery. Then I am content . Nourse come againe , tarry still . R. Royster. What , she will helpe forward this my 〈◊〉 for hir part . M. Mery. Then is t mine owne pygsnie 〈◊〉 , and blessing on my hart . R. Royster. This is our best frend 〈◊〉 . M. M. Then 〈◊〉 hir what to say M. Mumbl. I am taught alreadie . M. M. Then go , make no delay . R. Royster. Yet hark one word in thine eare . M. M. Back sirs from his taile R. Royster. Backe vilaynes , will ye be priuie of my 〈◊〉 ? M. Mery. Backe sirs , so : I tolde you afore ye 〈◊〉 be shent . R. Royster. She shall haue the first day a whole pecke of argent . M. Mumbl. A pecke ? Nomine patris , haue ye so much spare ? R. Royster. Yea and a carte lode therto , or else were it bare , Besides other mouables , housholde stuffe and 〈◊〉 . M. Mumbl. Haue ye lads too . R. R. An hundred marks . M. M. Yea a thousand M. Mumbl. And haue ye cattell too ? and sheepe too ? R. R. Yea a fewe . M. Mery. He is ashamed the numbre of them to shewe . Een rounde about him , as many thousande sheepe goes , As he and thou and I too , haue fingers and toes . M. Mumbl. And how many yeares olde be you ? R. R. Fortie at lest . M. Mery. Yea and thrice fortie to them . R. R. Nay now thou dost iest . I am not so olde , thou misreckonest my yeares . M. Mery. I know that : but my minde was on bullockes and steeres . M. Mumbl. And what shall I shewe hir your masterships name is ? R. Royster. Nay she shall make sure ere she know that ywis . M. Mumbl. Yet let me somewhat knowe . M. M. This is hee vnderstand , That killed the blewe Spider in Blanchepouder lande . M. Mumbl. Yea Iesus , William zee law , dyd he zo law ? M. Mery. Yea and the last Elephant that euer he sawe , As the beast passed by , he start out of a buske , And een with pure strength of armes pluckt out his great tuske . M. Mumbl. Iesus , nomine patris , what a thing was that ? R. Roister . Yea but Merygreke one thing thou hast forgot . M. M. What ? R. Royster. Of thother Elephant . M. M. Oh hym that fledde away . R. Royster. Yea . M. M. Yea he knew that his match was in place that day Tut , he bet the king of Crickets on Christmasse day , That he crept in a hole , and not a worde to say . M. Mumbl. A sore man by 〈◊〉 . M. M. Why , he wrong a club Once in a fray out of the hande of Belzebub . R. Royster. And how when Mumfision ? M. M. Oh your coustrelyng Bore the lanterne a fielde so before the gozelyng . Nay that is to long a matter now to be tolde : Neuer aske his name Nurse , I warrant thee , be bolde , He conquered in one day from Rome , to Naples , And woonne Townes nourse as fast as thou canst make Apples . M. Mumbl. O Lorde , my heart quaketh for feare : he is to sore . R. Royster. Thou makest hir to much afearde , Merygreeke no more . This tale woulde feare my sweete heart Custance right euill . M. Mery. Nay let hir take him Nurse , and feare not the deuill . But thus is our song dasht . Sirs ye may home againe . R. Royster. No shall they not . I charge you all here to remaine : The villaine slaues a whole day ere they can be founde . M. Mery. Couche on your marybones whooresons , down to the ground . Was it meete he should tarie so long in one place Without harmonie of Musike , 〈◊〉 some 〈◊〉 ? Who so hath suche bees as your maister in hys head , Had neede to haue his spirites with Musike to be fed . By your maisterships licence . R. R. What is that ? a moate ? M. Mery. No it was a fooles feather had light on your coate . R. Roister . I was nigh no feathers since I came from my bed . M. Mery. No sir , it was a haire that was fall from your hed . R. Roister . My men com when it plese them . M. M. By your leue .. R. R. What is that ? M. Mery. Your gown was foule spotted wt the foot of a gnat . R. Roister . Their maister to offende they are nothing afearde . What now ? M. M. A lousy haire from your masterships beard . And sir for Nurses sake pardon this one offence . Oes 〈◊〉 We shall not after this shew the like negligence . R. Royster. I pardon you this once , and come sing nere the wurse . M. Mery. How like you the goodnesse of this gentleman nurse ? M. Mumbl. God saue his maistership that so can his men forgeue , And I wyll heare them sing ere I go , by his leaue . R. Royster. Mary and thou shalt wenche , come we two will daunce . M. Mumbl. Nay I will by myne owne selfe foote the song perchaunce . R. Royster. Go to it sirs lustily . M. Mumbl. Pipe vp a mery note , Let me heare it playde , I will foote it for a grote . Cantent . R. Royster. Now nurse take thys same letter here to thy mistresse . And as my trust is in thee plie my businesse . M. Mumbl. It shal be done . M. M. Who made it ? R. R. I wrote it ech whit M. Mery. Then nedes it no mending . R. R. No , no . M. M. No I know your wit . R. Royster. I warrant it wel . M. Mumb. It shal be deliuered . But if ye speede , shall I be considered ? M. Mery. Whough , dost thou doubt of that ? Madge . What shal I haue ? M. Mery. An hundred times more than thou canst deuise to craue . M. Mumbl. Shall I haue some newe geare ? for my olde is all spent . M. Mery. The worst kitchen wench shall goe in ladies rayment . M. Mumbl. Yea ? M. M. And the worst drudge in the house shal go better Than your mistresse doth now . Mar. The I trudge with your letter . R. Royster. Now may I repose me : Custance is mine owne . Let vs sing and play 〈◊〉 toward it may be knowne . M. Mery. But are you sure , that your 〈◊〉 is well enough ? R. Royster. I wrote it myselfe . M. Mery. Then sing we to dinner . Here they sing and go out singing .
Actus . j. Scaena . v. Christian Custance . Margerie Mumblecrust . C. Custance . WHo tooke thée thys letter Margerie Mumblecrust ? M. Mumbl. A lustie gay bacheler tooke it me of trust , And if ye séeke to him he will lowe your doing . C. Custance . Yea , but where learned he that manner of 〈◊〉 ? M. Mumbl. If to sue to hym , you will any paines take , He will haue you to his wife ( he sayth ) for my sake . C. Custance . Some wise gentleman belike . I am bespoken : And I thought verily thys had bene some token From my dere spouse Gawin Goodluck , whom when him please God luckily sende home to both our heartes ease . M. Mumbl. A ioyly man it is I wote well by report , And would haue you to him for marriage resort : Best open the writing , and sée what it doth speake . C. Custance . At thys time nourse I will neither reade ne breake . M. Mumbl. He promised to giue you a whole pecke of golde . C. Custance . Perchaunce lacke of a pyrite when it shall be all tolde . M. Mumbl. I would take a gay riche husbande , and I were you . C. Custance . In good sooth Madge , ●en so would I , if I were thou . But no more of this fond talke now , let vs go in , And sée thou no more moue me folly to begin . Nor bring mée no 〈◊〉 letters for no mans pleasure , But thou know from whom . M. M. I warrant ye shall be sure .
Actus . ij. Scaena . j. Dobinet Doughtie . D. Dough. WHere is the house I goe to , before or behinde ? I know not where nor when nor how I shal it finde . If I had ten mens bodies and legs and strength , This trotting that I haue must néedes lame 〈◊〉 at length . And nowe that my maister is new set on wowyng , I trust there shall none of vs finde lacke of doyng : Two paire of shoes a day will nowe be too litle To serue me , I must trotte to and fro so 〈◊〉 . Go beare me thys token , carrie me this letter , Nowe this is the best way , nowe that way is better . Up before day sirs , I charge you , an houre 〈…〉 , Trudge , do me thys message , and bring worde quicke againe , If one misse but a minute , then his armes and woundes , I woulde not haue slacked for ten thousand poundes . Nay sée I beséeche you , if my most trustie page , Goe not nowe aboute to hinder my mariage , So feruent hotte wowyng , and so farre from wining , I trowe neuer was any creature liuyng , With euery woman is he in some loues pang , Then vp to our lute at midnight , twangled 〈◊〉 twang , Then twang with our sonets , and twang with our dumps , And heyhough from our heart , as heauie as lead lumpes : Then to our recorder with toodleloodle p●●pe As the howlet out of an yuie 〈◊〉 should hoope . Anon to our gitterne , thro●●ple 〈◊〉 thrumpledum thrum , Thrumpledum , thrumpledum , thrumpledum , thrumpledum thrum . Of Songs and Balades also he is a maker , And that can he as finely doe as Iacke Raker , Yea and extempore will he dities compose , Foolishe Marsias nere made the like I suppose , Yet must we sing them , as good stuffe I vndertake , As for such a pen man is well fitting to make . Ah for these long nights , hey how , when will it be day ? I feare ere I come she will be wowed away . Then when aunswere is made that it may not bée , O death why 〈◊〉 thou not ? by and by ( sayth he ) But then , from his heart to put away sorowe , He is as farre in with some newe loue next morowe . But in the meane season ▪ we trudge and we trot , From dayspring to midnyght , I sit not , nor rest not . And now am I sent to dame Christian Custance : But I feare it will ende with a mocke for pastance . I bring hir a ring , with a token in a cloute , And by all gesse , this san●●● is hir house out of doute . I knowe it nowe perfect ▪ I am in my right way . And loe yond the olde nourse that was wyth vs last day .
Actus . ij. Scaena . ij. Mage Mumblecrust . Dobinet Doughtie . M. Mumbl. I Was nere so shoke vp afore since I was borne , That our mistresse coulde not haue chid I wold haue sworne : And I pray God I die if I ment any harme , But for my life tune this shall be to mea charme . D. Dough. God you saue and see nurse , and howe is it with you ? M. Mumbl. Mary a great deale the worse it is for suche as thou . D. Dough. For me ? Why so ? M. Mumb. Why wer not thou one of them , say , That song and playde here with the gentleman last day ? D. Dough. Yes , and he would know if you haue for him spoken . And prayes you to deliuer this ring and token . M. Mumbl. Nowe by the token that God tokened brother , I will deliuer no token one nor other . I haue once ben so shent for your maisters pleasure , As I will not be agayne for all hys treasure . D. Dough. He will thank you woman . M. M. I will none of his thanke . Ex. D. Dough. I wéene I am a prophete , this geare will proue blanke : But what should I home againe without answere go ? It were better go to Rome on my head than so . I will tary here this moneth , but some of the house Shall take it of me , and then I care not a louse . But yonder commeth forth a wenche or a ladde , If he haue not one Lumbardes touche , my lucke is bad .
Actus . ij. Scaena . iij. Truepenie . D. Dough . Tibet T. Anot Al. Trupeny . I Am cleane lost for lacke of mery companie , We 〈◊〉 not halfe well within , our 〈◊〉 and I ▪ They will commaunde like mistresses , they will 〈◊〉 . If they be not serued , Trupeny must be chyd . Let them be as mery nowe as ye can 〈◊〉 , With turnyng of a hande , our mirth lieth in the mire ▪ I can not skill of such chaungeable mettle ▪ There is nothing with them but in do●ke out ne●●● . D. Dough. Whether is it better that I speake to him turst , Or he first to me , it is good to cast the worst . If I beginne first , he will smell all my purpose , Otherwise I shall not néede any ●●ing to disclose . Trupeny . What boy haue we yonder ? I will sée what he is . D. Dough. He commeth to me ▪ It is hereabout ywis . Trupenie . Wouldest thou ought friende , that thou lookest so about ? D. Dough. Yea , but whether ye can helpe me or no , I dont . I seeke to one mistresse Custance house here dwellyng . Trupenie . It is my mistresse ye seeke t●● by your telling . D. Dough. Is there any of that name héere but thée ? Trupenie . Not one in all the whole towne that I knowe par dée . D. Dough. A Widowe she is I trow . Trup. And what and she be ? D. Dough. But ensured to an husbande . Trup. Yea , so thinke we . D. Dough. And I dwell with hir husbande that 〈◊〉 to be . Trupenie . In faith then must thou 〈◊〉 be welcome to me , Let vs for acquaintance shake 〈◊〉 is together , And what ere thou be , heartilie welcome hither . Tib Talk . Well Trupenie neuer but flinging . An. Al. and frisking ? Trupenie . Well Tibet and Annot , 〈◊〉 swingyng and whiskyng ? Tib Talk . But ye roile abroade . An. ●. In the stréete euere where . Trupenie . Where are ye twaine , in chambers when ye mete me there ? But come hither fooles , I haue one nowe by the hande , Seruant to hym that must be our mistresse husbande , Byd him welcome . An. Alyface . To me truly is he welcome . Tib Talk . Forsooth and as I may say , heartily welcome . D. Dough. I thank you mistresse maides . An. Al. I hope we shal better 〈◊〉 Tib Talk . And when wil our new master come . D. Dou. Shortly 〈…〉 Tib Talk . I would 〈◊〉 were tomorow : for till he resorte Our mistresse being a Widow hath small comforte , And I hearde our nourse speake of an husbande to day Ready for our mistresse , a riche man and a gay . And we shall go in our frenche 〈◊〉 euery day , In our silke cassocks ( I warrant you ) 〈◊〉 and gay , In our tricke 〈…〉 of golde , Braue in our sutes of chaunge seuen double folde , Then shall ye sée Tibet 〈◊〉 treade the mosse so trimme , Nay , why sayd I treade ? ye shall sée hir glide and 〈◊〉 ▪ Not lumperdée clumperdée like our spaniell Rig . Trupeny . Mary then 〈◊〉 come toste me a fig , Who shall then know our Tib Talke apare trow ye ? An. Alyface . And why not Annot Alyface as 〈◊〉 as she . Trupeny . And what had Tom Trupeny , a 〈…〉 none ? An. Alyface . Then our prety newe come man will looke to be one . Trupeny . We foure I trust shall be a ioily mery knot . Shall we sing a fitte to welcome our friende , Annot ? An. Alyface . Perchaunce he can not sing . D. Dough. I am at all assayes . Tib Talk . By cocke and the better welcome to vs alwayes . Here they sing . A thing very fitte For them that haue witte , And are felowes knitte Seruants in one house to bée , Is fast fast for to sitte , And not oft to ●●itte , Nor varie a whitte , But louingly to agrée . No man complainyng , Nor other disdayning , For losse or for gainyng , But felowes or friends to bée . No grudge remainyng , No worke retrainyng , Nor helpe reffrainyng , But louingly to agrée . No man for despite , By worde or by write His felowe to twite , But further in honestie , No good turnes entwite , Nor olde fores recite , But let all goe quite , And louingly to agrée . After drudgerie , When they be werie , Then to be merie , To laugh and sing they be free With chip and cherie Heigh derie derie , Trill on the berie , And louingly to agrée . Finis . Tib Talk . Wyll you now in with vs vnto our mistresse go ? D. Dough. I haue first for my maister an errand or two . But I haue here from him a taken and a ring , They shall haue moste thanke of hir that first doth it bring Tib Talk . Mary that will I . Trupen. Sée and Tibet snatch not now . Tib Talk . And why may not I sir , get thanks as well as you ? Exeat . An. Alyface . Yet get ●e not all , we will go with you both . And haue part of your thanks be ye neuer so loth . Exeant omnes D. Dough. So my handes are ridde of it : I care for no more . I may now returne home : so burst I not afore . Exeat .
Actus . ij. Scaena . iiij. C. Custance . Tibet . Annot Alyface . Trupeny . C. Custance . NAy come forth all thrée : and come hither pretie mayde : Will not so many forewarnings make you afrayde ? Tib Talk . Yes forsoth . C. Custance . But 〈◊〉 be a runner vp & downe Still be a bringer of tidings and tokens to towne . Tib Talk . No forsooth mistresse . C. Custance . Is all your delite and ioy In whiskyng and ramping abroade like a Tomboy . Tib. Talk . Forsoth these were there too , Annot and Trupenie . Trupenie . Yea but ye alone tooke it , ye can not denie . Annot Aly. Yea that ye did . Tibet . But if I had not , ye twaine would . C. Custance . You great calfe ye should haue more witte , so ye should : But why shoulde any of you take such things in hande ? Tibet . Bicause it came from him that must be your husbande . C. Custance . How do ye know that ? Tibet . Forsoth the boy did say so . C. Custance . What was his name ? An. Al. We asked not . C. Cust. No did ? An. Aliface . He is not farre gone of likelyhod . Trupeny . I will sée . C. Custance . If thou canst finde him in the streete bring him to me . Trupenie . Yes . Exeat . C. Cust. Well ye naughty girles , if euer I perceiue That henceforth you do letters or tokens receiue , To bring vnto me from any person or place , Except ye first shewe me the partie face to face , Eyther thou or thou , full truly abye thou shalt . Tibet . Pardon this , and the next tyme pouder me in salt . C. Custance . I shall make all girles by you twaine to beware . Tibet . If I euer offende againe do not me spare . But if euer I sée that false boy any more By your mistreshyps licence I tell you afore I will rather haue my cote twentie times swinged , Than on the naughtie wag not to be auenged . C. Custance . Good wenches would not so rampe abrode ydelly , But kéepe within doores , and plie their worke earnestly , If one would speake with me that is a man likely , Ye shall haue right good thanke to bring me worde quickly . But otherwyse with messages to come in post From henceforth I promise you , shall be to your cost . Get you in to your work . Tib. An. Yes forsoth . C. C. Hence both twaine . And let me sée you play me such a part againe . Trupeny . Maistresse , I haue runne past the farre ende of the stréete , Yet can I not yonder craftie boy sée nor méete . C. Custance . No ? Trupeny . Yet I looked as farre beyonde the people . As one may see out of the toppe of Paules stéeple . C. Custance . Hence in at doores , and let me no more be vext . Trupeny . Forgeue me this one fault , and lay on for the next . C. Custance . Now will I in too , for I thinke so God me mende , This will proue some foolishe matter in the ende . Exeat .
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Scaena . j. Mathewe Merygreeke . M. Mery. NOwe say thys againe : he hath somewhat to dooing Which followeth the trace of one that is wowyng , Specially that hath no more wit in his hedde , Than my cousin Roister Doister with all is ledde . I am sent in all haste to espie and to marke How our letters and tokens are likely to warke . Maister Roister Doister must haue aunswere in haste For he loueth not to spende much labour in waste . Nowe as for Christian Custance by this light , Though she had not hir trouth to Gawin Goodluck plight , Yet rather than with such a loutishe dolte to marie , I dare say woulde lyue a poore lyfe solitarie , But fayne would I speake with Custance if I wist how To laugh at the matter , yond commeth one forth now .
Actus . iij. Scaena . ij. Tibet . M. Merygreeke . Christian Custance . Tib Talk . AH that I might but once in my life haue a sight Of him that made vs all so yll shent by this light , He should neuer escape if I had him by the eare , But euen from his head , I would it bite or teare . Yea and if one of them were not inowe , I would bite them both off , I make God auow . M. Mery. What is he , whome this little mouse doth so threaten ? Tib Talk . I woulde teache him I trow , to make girles shent or beaten . M. Mery. I will call hir : Maide , with whome are ye so hastie ? Tib Talk . Not with you sir , but with a little wagnastie , A deceiuer of folkes , by subtill craft and guile . M. Mery. I knowe where she is : Dobinet hath wrought some wile . Tib Talk . We brought a ring and token which he sayd was sent From our dames husbande , but I wot well I was shent : For it liked hir as well to tell you no lies , As water in hir shyppe , or salt cast in hir eyes : And yet whence it came neyther we nor she can tell . M. Mery. We shall haue sporte anone : I like this very well . And dwell ye here with mistresse Custance faire maide ? Tib. Talk . Yea mary doe I sir : what would ye haue sayd ? M. Mery. A little message vnto hir by worde of mouth . Tib Talk . No messages by your leaue , nor tokens forsoth . M. Mery. Then help me to speke with hir . Tibet . With a good wil that . Here she commeth forth . Now speake ye know best what . C. Custance . None other life with you maide , but abrode to skip ? Tib Talk . Forsoth here is one would speake with your mistresship . C. Custance . Ah , haue ye ben learning of mo messages now ? Tib Talk . I would not heare his minde , but had him shewe it to you . C. Custance . In at dores . To I am gon . Ex. M. M. Dame Custance god ye saue C. Custance . Welcome friend Merygréeke : and what thing wold ye haue ? M. Mery. I am come to you a little matter to breake . C. Custance . But see it be honest , else better not to speake . M. Mery. Howe féele ye your selfe affected here of late ? C. Custance . I féele no maner chaunge but after the olde rate . But wherby do ye meane ? M. M. Concerning mariage . Doth not loue lade you ? C. Custance . I féele no such cariage . M. Mery. Doe ye feele no pangues of dotage ? aunswere me right . C. Custance . I dote so , that I make but one sléepe all the night . But what néede all these wordes ? M. M. Oh Iesus , will ye sée What dissemblyng creatures these same women be ? The gentleman ye wote of , whome ye doe so loue , That ye woulde fayne marrie him , yf ye durst it moue , Emong other riche widowes , which are of him glad , Lest ye for lesing of him perchaunce might runne mad , Is nowe contented that vpon your sute making , Ye be as one in election of taking . C. Custance . What a tale is this ? that I wote of ? whome I loue ? M. Mery. Yea and he is as louing a worme againe as a doue . Een of very pitie he is willyng you to take , Bicause ye shall not destroy your selfe for his sake . C. Custance . Mary God yelde his mashyp what euer he be , It is gentmanly spoken . M. M. Is it not trowe ye ? If ye haue the grace now to offer your self , ye spéede . C. Custance . As muche as though I did , this time it shall not néede , But what gentman is it , I pray you tell me plaine , That woweth so finely ? M. M. Lo where ye be againe , As though ye knewe him not . C. Cust. Tush ye speake in iest . M. Mery. Nay sure , the partie is in good knacking earnest ▪ And haue you he will ( he sayth ) and haue you he must . C. Custance . I am promised duryng my life , that is iust . M. Mery. Mary so thinketh he , vnto him alone . C. Custance . No creature hath my faith and trouth but one , That is Gawin Goodlucke : and if it be not hée , He hath no title this way what euer he be , Nor I know none to whome I haue such worde spoken . M. Mery. Ye knowe him not 〈◊〉 by his letter and token . C. Custance . In dede true it is , that a letter I haue , But I neuer reade it yet as God me saue . M. Mery. Ye a woman ? and your letter so long vnredde . C. Custance . Ye may ther by know what hast I haue to wedde . But now who it is , for my hande I knowe by gesse . M. Mery. Ah well I say . C. Custance . It is Roister Doister doubtlesse . M. Mery. Will ye neuer leaue this dissimulation ? Ye know hym not . C. Custance . But by imagination , For no man there is but a very dolt and louted That to wowe a Widowe woulde so go about . He shall neuer haue me hys wife while he doe liue . M. Mery. Then will he haue you if he may , so mote I thriue , And he biddeth you sende him worde by me , That ye humbly beseech him , ye may his wife be , And that there shall be no let in you nor mistrust , But to be wedded on sunday next if he lust , And biddeth you to looke for him . C. Custance . Doth he byd so ? M. Mery. When he commeth , aske hym whether he did or no ? C. Custance . Goe say , that I bid him kéepe him warme at home For if he come abroade , he shall cough me a mome . My mynde was vexed , I shrew his head sottish dolt . M. Mery. He hath in his head . C. Cust. As much braine as a burbolt . M. Mery. Well dame Custance , if he heare you thus play choploge . C. Custance . What will he ? M. M. Play the deuill in the horologe . C. Custance . I defye him loute . M. M. Shall I tell hym what ye say ? C. Custance . Yea and adde what so euer thou canst , I thée pray , And I will auouche it what so euer it bée . M. Mery. Then let me alone we will laugh well ye shall sée , It will not be long ere he will hither resorte . C. Custance . Let hym come when hym lust , I wishe no better sport . Fare ye well , I will in , and read my great letter . I shall to my wower make answere the better . Exeat .
Actus . iij. Scaena . iij. Mathew Merygreeke . Roister Doister . M. Mery. NOwe that the whole answere in my deuise doth rest , I shall paint out our wower in colours of the best . And all that I say shall be on Custances mouth , She is author of all that I shall speake forsoth . But yond commeth Roister Doister nowe in a traunce . R. Royster. Iuno sende me this day good lucke and good chaunce . I can not but come sée how Merygréeke doth spéede . M. Mery. I will not sée him , but giue him a iutte in déede . I crie your mastershyp mercie . R. R. And whither now ? M. Mery. As fast as I could runne sir in poste against you . But why speake ye so saintly , or why are ye so sad ? R. Royster. Thou knowest the prouerbe , bycause I can not be had . Hast thou spoken with this woman ? M. M. Yea that I haue . R. Royster. And what will this geare be ? M. M. No so God me saue . M. Mery. Hast thou a flat answer ? M. M. Nay a sharp answer . R R. What M. Mery . Ye shall not ( she sayth ) by hir will marry hir cat . Ye are such a calfe , such an asse , such a blocke , Such a lilburne , such a hoball , such a lobcocke , And bicause ye shoulde come to hir at no season , She despised your maship out of all reason . Bawawe what ye say ( 〈◊〉 I ) of such a ientman , Nay I feare him not ( 〈…〉 ) doe the best he can . He vaunteth him selfe for a man of prowesse greate , Where as a good gander I dare say may him beate . And where he is louted and laughed to skorne , For the veriest dolte that euer was borne , And veriest lubber , slouen and beast , Liuing in this worlde from the west to the east : Yet of himselfe hath he suche opinion , That in all the worlde is not the like minion . He thinketh eche woman to be brought in dosage With the onely sight of his goodly personage : Yet none that will haue hym : we do hym loute and flocke , And make him among vs , our common sporting stocke , And so would I now ( ko she ) saue onely bicause , Better nay ( ko I ) I lust not medle with dawes . Ye are happy ( ko I ) that ye are a woman , This would cost you your life in case ye were a man . R. Royster. Yea an hundred thousand pound should not saue hir life . M. Mery. No but that ye wowe hir to haue hir to your wife , But I coulde not stoppe hir mouth . R. R. Heigh how alas , M. Mery. Be of good chéere man , and let the worlde passe . R. Royster. What shall I doe or say nowe that it will not bée . M. Mery. Ye shall haue choise of a thousande as good as shée , And ye must pardon hir , it is for lacke of witte . R. Royster. Yea , for were not I an husbande for hir fitte ? Well what should I now doe ? M. M. In faith I can not tell . R. Royster. I will go home and die . M. M. Then shall I bidde toll the bell ? R. Royster. No . M. M. God haue mercie on your soule , ah good gentleman , That er ye shuld ths dye for an vnkinde woman , Will ye drinke oure ere ye goe . R. R. No , no , I will none . M. Mery. How féele your soule to God . R. R. I am nigh gone . M. Mery. And shall we hence streight ? R. R. Yea . M. M. Placebo dilexi . vt infra . Maister Roister Doister will streight go home and die . R. Royster. Heigh how , alas , the pangs of death my hearte do breake . M. Mery. Holde your peace for shame sir , a dead man may not speake . Nequando : What mourners and what torches shall we haue ? R. Royster. None . M. M. Dirige . He will go darklyng to his graue , Neque lux , neque crux , neque mourners , neque clinke , He will steale to heauen , vnknowing to God I thinke . A porta inferi , who shall your goodes possesse ? R. Royster. Thou shalt be my sectour , and haue all more and lesse . M. Mery. Requiem aeternam . Now God reward your mastershyp . And I will crie halfepenie doale for your worshyp . Come forth sirs , heare the dolefull newes I shall you tell . Euocat seruos militis . Our good maister here will no longer with vs dwell , But in spite of Custance , which hath hym weried , Let vs sée his mashyp solemnely buried . And while some piece of his soule is yet hym within , Some part of his funeralls let vs here begin . Audiui vocem , All men take héede by this one gentleman , Howe you sette your loue vpon an vnkinde woman . For these women be all such madde pieuishe elues , They will not be wonne except it please them selues . But in fayth Custance if euer ye come in hell , Maister Roister Doister shall serue you as well . And will ye néedes go from vs thus in very déede ? R. Royster. Yea in good sadnesse ? M. M. Now Iesus Christ be your spéede . Good night Roger olde knaue , farewell Roger olde knaue , Good night Roger olde knaue , knaue knap . vt infra . Pray for the late maister Roister Doisters soule , And come forth parish Clarke , let the passing bell toll . Ad seruos militis Pray for your mayster sirs , and for hym ring a peale . He was your right good maister while he was in heale . Qui Lazarum . R. R. Heigh how . M. M. Dead men go not so fast In Paradisum . R. R. Hethow . M. M. Soft , heare what I haue cast R. Royster. I will heare nothing , I am past . M. M. Whough , wellaway . Ye may tarie one houre , and heare what I shall say , Ye were best sir for a while to reuiue againe , And quite them er ye go . R. R. Trowest thou so ? M. M. Ye plain . R. Royster. How may I reuiue being nowe so farre past ? M. Mery. I will rubbe your temples , and fette you againe at last . R. Royster. It will not be possible . M. M. Yes for twentie pounde . R. Royster. Armes what dost thou ? M. M. Fet you again out of your sound By this crosse ye were nigh gone in déede , I might féele Your soule departing within an inche of your héele . Now folow my counsell . R. R. What is it ? M. M. If I wer you , Custance should eft séeke to me , ere I woulde bowe . R. Royster. Well , as thou wilt haue me , euen so will I doe . M. Mery. Then shall ye reuiue againe for an houre or two . R. Royster. As thou wilt I am content for a little space . M. Mery. Good happe is not hastie : yet in space comth grace , To speake with Custance your selfe shoulde be very well , What good therof may come , nor I , nor you can tell . But now the matter standeth vpon your mariage , Ye must now take vnto you a lustie courage . Ye may not speake with a faint heart to Custance , But with a lusty breast and countenance , That she may knowe she hath to answere to a man . R. Royster. Yes I can do that as well as any can . M. Mery. Then bicause ye must Custance face to face wowe , Let vs sée how to behaue your selfe ye can doe . Ye must haue a portely bragge after your estate . R. Roister . Tushe , I can handle that after the best rate . M. Mery. Well done , so loe , vp man with your head and chin , Up with that snoute man : so loe , nowe ye begin , So , that is somewhat like , but prankie cote , nay whan , That is a lustie brute , handes vnder your side man : So loe , now is it euen as it shoulde bée , That is somewhat like , for a man of your degrée . Then must ye stately goe , ietting vp and downe , Tut , can ye no better shake the taile of your gowne ? There loe , suche a lustie bragge it is ye must make . R. Royster. To come behind , and make curtsie ▪ thou must som pains take . M. Mery. Else were I much to blame , I thanke your mastershyp The lorde one day all to begrime you with worshyp , Backe sir sauce , let gentlefolkes haue elbowe roome , Uoyde sirs , sée ye not maister Roister Doister come ? Make place my maisters . R. R. Thou iustlest nowe to nigh . M. Mery. Back al rude loutes . R. R. Tush . M. M. I crie your maship mercy Hoighdagh . if faire fine mistresse Custance sawe you now , Ralph Royster Doister were hir owne I warrant you . R. Royster. Neare an M by your girdle ? M. M. Your good mastershyps Maistershyp , were hir owne Mistreshyps mistreshyps , Ye were take vp for haukes , ye were gone , ye were gone , But now one other thing more yet I thinke vpon . R. Royster. Shewe what it is . M. M. A wower be he neuer so poore Must play and sing before his bestbeloues doore , How much more than you ? R. R. Thou speakest wel out of dout . M. Mery. And perchaunce that woulde make hir the sooner come out . R. Royster. Goe call my 〈◊〉 , bydde them high apace . M. Mery. I wyll be here with them ere ye can say trey ace . Exeat . R. Royster. This was well sayde of Merygréeke , I lowe hys wit , Before my sweete hearts dore we will haue a ●●t . That if my loue came forth , that I may with hir talke , I doubt not but this geare shall on my side walke . But lo , how well Merygreeke is returned sence . M. Mery. There hath grown no grasse on my héele since I went hence , Lo here haue I brought that shall make you pastance . R. Royster. Come sirs let vs sing to winne my deare loue Custance . Cantent . M. Mery. Lo where she commeth , some countenaunce to hir make And ye shall heare me be plaine with hir for your sake .
Actus . iij. Scaena . iiij. Custance . Merygreeke . Roister Doister . C. Custance . WHat gaudyng and foolyng is this afore my doore ? M. Mery. May not folks be honest , pray you , though they be pore ? C. Custance . As that thing may be true , so rich folks may be fooles , R. Royster. Hir talke is as ●●●e as she had learned in schooles . M. Mery. Looke partly towarde hir , and drawe a little nere . C. Custance . Get ye home idle folkes . M. M. Why may not we be here ? Nay and ye will haze , haze : otherwise I tell you plaine , And ye will not haze , then giue vs our geare againe . C. Custance . In déede I haue of yours much gay things God saue all . R. Royster. Speake gently vnto hir , and let hir take all . M. Mery. Ye are to tender hearted : shall she make vs dawes ? Nay dame , I will be plaine with you in my friends cause . R. Royster. Let all this passe swéete heart and accept my seruice . C. Custance . I will not be serued with a foole in no wise , When I choose an husbande I hope to take a man . M. Mery. And where will ye finde one which can doe that he can ? Now thys man towarde you being so kinde , You not to make him an answere somewhat to his minde . C. Custance . I sent him a full answere by you dyd I not ? M. Mery. And I reported it . C. Custance . Nay I must speake it againe . R. Royster. No no , he tolde it all . M. M. Was I not metely plaine ? R. Royster. Yes . M. M. But I would not tell all , for faith if I had With you dame Custance ere this houre it had ben bad , And not without cause ▪ for this goodly personage , Ment no lesse than to ioyne with you in mariage . C. Custance . Let him wast no more labour nor sute about me . M. Mery. Ye know not where your preferment lieth I see , He sending you such a token , ring and letter . C. Custance . Mary here it is , ye neuer sawe a better . M. Mery. Let vs see your letter . C. Custance . Holde , reade it if ye can . And sée what letter it is to winne a woman . M. Mery. To mine owne deare honey birde , swete heart , and pigsny Good Mistresse Custance present these by and by , Of this superscription de ye blame the stile ? C. Custance . With the rest as good stuffe as ye redde a great while . M. Mery. Swéete mistresse where as I loue you nothing at all , Regarding your substance and richesse chiefe of all , For your personage , beautie , demeanour and wit , I commende me vnto you neuer a whit . Sorie to heare report of your good welfare . For ( as I heare say ) suche your conditions are , That ye be worthie fauour of no liuing man , To be abhorred of euery honest man . To be taken for a woman enclined to vice . Nothing at all to Uertue gyuing hir due price . Wherfore concerning mariage , ye are thought Suche a fine Paragon , as nere honest man bought . And nowe by these presentes I do you aduertise That I am minded to marrie you in no wise . For your goodes and substance , I coulde bée content To take you as ye are . If ye mynde to bée my wyfe , Ye shall be assured for the tyme of my lyfe , I will kéepe ye ryght well , from good rayment and fare , Ye shall not be kepte but in sorowe and care . Ye shall in no wyse lyue at your owne libertie , Doe and say what ye lust , ye shall neuer please me , But when ye are mery , I will be all sadde , When ye are sory , I will be very gladde . When ye séeke your heartes ease , I will be vnkinde , At no tyme , in me shall ye muche gentlenesse finde . But all things contrary to your will and minde , Shall be done : otherwise I wyll not be behinde To speake . And as for all them that woulde do you wrong I will so helpe and mainteyne , ye shall not lyue long . Nor any foolishe dolte , shall cumbre you but I . I , who ere say nay , wyll sticke by you tyll I die . Thus good mistresse Custance , the lorde you saue and kepe , From me Roister Doister , whether I wake or slepe . Who fauoureth you 〈◊〉 lesse , ( ye may be bolde ) Than this letter purporteth , which ye haue vnfolde . C. Custance . Howe by this letter of loue ? is it not fine ? R. Royster. By the armes of Caleps it is none of myne . R. Royster. Fie you are fowle to blame this is your owne hand . C. Custance . Might not a woman be proude of such an husbande ? M. Mery. Ah that ye would in a letter shew such despite . R. Royster. Oh I would I had hym here , the which did it endite . M. Mery. Why ye made it your selfe ye tolde me by this light . R. Royster. Yea I ment I wrote it myne owne selfe yesternight . C. Custance . Ywis sir , I would not haue sent you such a mocke . R. Royster. Ye may so take it , but I ment it not so by cocke . M. Mery. Who can blame this woman to 〈◊〉 and frette and rage ? Tut , tut , your selfe nowe haue marde your owne marriage . Well , yet mistresse Custance , if ye can this remitte , This gentleman other wise may your loue requitte . C. Custance . No God be with you both , and ●●●ke no more to me . Exeat . R. Royster. Wough , she is gone for euer , I shall hir no more sée . M. Mery. What wéepe ? fye for shame , and blubber ? for manhods sake , Neuer lette your foe so muche pleasure of you take . Rather play the mans parte , and doe loue refraine . It she despise you éen despise ye hir againe . R. Royster. By gosse and for thy sake I defy hir in déede . M. Mery. Yea and perchaunce that way ye shall much sooner spéede , For one madde propretie these women haue in ●ey , When ye will , they will not : Will not ye , then will they . Ah foolishe woman , ah moste vnluckie Custance , Ah vnfortunate woman , ah pieuishe Custance , Art thou to thine harmes so obstinately bent , That thou canst not sée where lieth thine high preferment ? Canst thou not lub dis man , which coulde lub dée so well ? Art thou so much thine own foe . R. R. Thou dost the truth tell . M. Mery. Wel I lament . R. R. So do I . MM. Wherfor . RR. For this thing Bicause she is gone . M. M. I mourne for an other thing . R. Royster. What is it Merygréeke , wherfore thou dost griefe take ? M. Mery. That I am not a woman my selfe for your sake , I would haue you my selfe , and a strawe for yond Gill , And mocke much of you though it were against my will . I would not I warrant you , fall in such a rage , As so to refuse suche a goodly personage . R. Royster. In faith I heartily thanke thée Merygréeke . M. Mery. And I were a woman . R. R. Thou wouldest to me séeke . M. Mery. For though I say it , a goodly person ye bée . R. Royster. No , no . M. M. Yes a goodly man as ere I dyd sée . R. Royster. No , I am a poore homely man as God made mée . M. Mery. By the faith that I owe to God sir , but ye bée . Woulde I might for your sake , spende a thousande pound land . R. Royster. I dare say thou wouldest haue me to thy husbande . M. Mery. Yea : And I were the fairest lady in the shiere , And knewe you as I know you , and sée you nowe here , Well I say no more . R. R. Gramercies with all my hart . M. Mery. But since that can not be , will ye play a wise parte ? R. Royster. How should I ? M. M. Refraine from Custance a while now . And I warrant hir soone right glad to séeke to you , Ye shall sée hir anon come on hir knées créeping , And pray you to be good to hir salte teares wéeping . R. Royster. But what and she come not ? M. M. In faith then farewel ●he . Or else if ye be wroth , ye may auenged be . R. Royster. By cocks precious potsticke , and éen so I shall . I wyll vtterly destroy hir , and house and all . But I woulde be auenged in the meane space , On that vile scribler , that did my wowyng disgrace . M. Mery. Scribler ( ko you ) in déede he is worthy no lesse . I will call hym to you , and ye bidde me doubtlesse . R. Royster. Yes , for although he had as many liues , As a thousande widowes , and a thousande wiues , As a thousande lyons , and a thousand rattes , A thousande wolues , and a thousande cattes , A thousande bulles , and a thousande calues , And a thousande legions diuided in halues , he shall neuer scape death on my swordes point , Though I shoulde be torne therfore ioynt by ioynt . M. Mery. Nay , if ye will kyll him , I will not fette him , I will not in so muche extremitie sette him , He may yet amende sir , and be an honest man , Therfore pardon him good soule , as muche as ye can . R. Royster. Well , for thy sake , this once with his lyfe he shall passe , But I wyll hewe hym all to pieces by the Masse . M. Mery. Nay fayth ye shall promise that he shall no harme haue , Else I will not fet him . R. R. I shall so God me saue . But I may chide him a good . M. M. Yea that do hardely . R. Royster. Go then . M. M. I returne , and bring him to you by & by . Ex.
Actus . iij. Scaena . v. Roister Doister . Mathewe Merygreeke . Scriuener . R. Royster. WHat is a gentleman but his worde and his promise ? I must nowe saue this vilaines lyfe in any wise , And yet at hym already my handes doe tickle , I shall vneth holde them , they wyll be so fickle . But ●o and Merygréeke haue not brought him sens ? M. Mery. Nay I woulde I had of my purse payde fortie pens . Scriuener . So woulde I too : but it néeded not that stounde , M. Mery. But the ientman had rather spent fiue thousande pounde , For it disgraced him at least fiue tymes so muche . Scriuener . He disgraced hym selfe , his loutishnesse is suche . R. Royster. Howe long they stande prating ? Why comst thou not away ? M. Mery. Come nowe to hymselfe , and hearke what he will say . Scriuener . I am not afrayde in his presence to appéere . R. Royster. Arte thou come felow ? Scri. How thinke you ? am I not here ? R. Royster. What hindrance hast thou done me , and what villanie ? Scriuener . It hath come of thy selfe , if thou hast had any . R. Royster. All the stocke thou comest of later or rather , From thy fyrst fathers grandfathers fathers father , Nor all that shall come of thée to the worldes ende , Though to thrée score generations they descende , Can be able to make me a iust recompense , For this trespasse of thine and this one offense . Scriuener . Wherin ? R. R. Did not you make me a letter brother ? Scriuener . Pay the like hire ▪ I will make you suche an other . R. Royster. Nay see and these whooreson Phariseys and Scribes Doe not get their liuyng by polling and bribes . If it were not for shame . Scriuener . Nay holde thy hands still . M. Mery. Why did ye not promise that ye would not him spill ? Scriuener . Let him not spare me . R. R. Why wilt thou strike me again ? Scriuener . Ye shall haue as good as ye bring of me that is plaine . M. Mery. I can not blame him sir , though your blowes wold 〈◊〉 greue . For he knoweth present death to ensue of all ye geue . R. Royster. Well , this man for once hath purchased thy pardon . Scriuener . And what say ye to me ? or else I will be gon . R. Royster. I say the letter thou madest me was not good . Scriuener . Then did ye wrong copy it of likelyhood . R. Royster. Yes , out of thy copy worde for worde I it wrote . Scriuener . Then was it as ye prayed to haue it I wote , But in reading and pointyng there was made some faulte . R. Royster. I wote not , but it made all my matter to haulte . Scriuener . Howe say you , is this mine originall or no ? R. Royster. The selfe same that I wrote out of , so mote I go . Scriuener . Loke you on your owne fist , and I will looke on this , And let this man be iudge whether I reade amisse . To myne owne dere coney birde , swéete heart , and pigsny , Good mistresse Custance , present these by and by . How now ? doth not this superscription agrée ? R. Royster. Reade that is within , and there ye shall the fault sée . Scriuener . Swéete mistresse , where as I loue you , nothing at all Regarding your richesse and substance : chiefe of all For your personage , beautie , demeanour and 〈◊〉 I commende me vnto you : Neuer a whitte Sory to heare reporte of your good welfare . For ( as I heare say ) suche your conditions are , That ye be worthie fauour : Of no liuing man To be abhorred : of euery honest man To be taken for a woman enclined to vice Nothing at all : to vertue giuing hir due price . Wherfore concerning mariage , ye are thought Suche a fine Paragon , as nere honest man bought . And nowe by these presents I doe you aduertise , That I am minded to marrie you : In no wyse For your goodes and substance : I can be content To take you as you are : yf ye will be my wife , Ye shall be assured for the time of my life , I wyll kéepe you right well : from good raiment and fare , Ye shall not be kept : but in sorowe and care Ye shall in no wyse lyue : at your owne libertie , Doe and say what ye lust : ye shall neuer please me But when ye are merrie : I will bée all sadde When ye are sorie : I wyll be very gladde When ye seeke your heartes ease : I wyll be vnkinde At no time : in me shall ye muche gentlenesse finde . But all things contrary to your will and minde Shall be done otherwise : I wyll not be behynde To speake : And as for all they that woulde do you wrong , ( I wyll so helpe and maintayne ye ) shall not lyue long . Nor any foolishe doite shall cumber you , but I , I , who ere say nay , wyll sticke by you tyll I die . Thus good mistresse Custance , the lorde you saue and kepe . From me Roister Doister , whether I wake or slepe , Who fauoureth you no lesse , ( ye may be bolde ) Than this letter purporteth , which ye haue vnfolde . Now sir , what default can ye finde in this letter ? R. Royster. Of truth in my mynde there can not be a better . Scriuener . Then was the fault in readyng , and not in writyng , No nor I dare say in the fourme of endityng , But who read this letter , that it sounded so nought ? M. Mery. I redde it in déede . Scri. Ye red it not as ye ought . R. Royster. Why thou wretched villaine was all this same fault in thée ? M. Mery. I knocke your costarde if ye offer to strike me . R. Royster. Strikest thou in déede ? and I offer but in iest ? M. Mery. Yea and rappe you againe except ye can sit in rest . And I will no longer tarie here me beleue . R. Royster. What wilt thou be angry , and I do thée forgeue ? Fare thou well scribler , I crie thée mercie in déede . Scriuener . Fare ye well bibbler , and worthily may ye spéede . R. Royster. If it were an other but thou , it were a knaue . M. Mery. Ye are an other your selfe sir , the lorde vs both saue , Albeit in this matter I must your pardon craue , Alas woulde ye wyshe in me the witte that ye haue ? But as for my fault I can quickely amende , I will shewe Custance it was I that did offende . R. Royster. By so doing hir anger may be reformed . M. Mery. But if by no entreatie she will be turned , Then sette lyght by hir and bée as testie as shée , And doe your force vpon hir with extremitie . R. Roister . Come on therefore lette vs go home in sadnesse . M. Mery. That if force shall néede all may be in a readinesse , And as for thys letter hardely let all go , We wyll know where she refuse you for that or no . Exeant am .
Actus . iiij. Scaena . j. Sym Suresby . Sim Sure . IS there any man but I Sym Suresby alone , That would haue taken such an enterprise him vpon , In suche an outragious tempest as this was . Suche a daungerous gulfe of the sea to passe . I thinke verily Neptunes mightie godshyp , Was angry with some that was in our shyp , And but for the honestie whiche in me he founde , I thinke for the others sake we had bene drownde . But fye on that seruant which for his maisters wealth Will sticke for to hazarde both his lyfe and his health . My maister Gawyn Goodlucke after me a day Bicause of the weather , thought best hys shyppe to stay , And now that I haue the rough sourges so well past , God graunt I may finde all things safe here at last . Then will I thinke all my trauaile well spent , Nowe the first poynt wherfore my maister hath me sent Is to salute dame Christian Custance his wife , Espoused : whome he tendreth no lesse than his life , I must see how it is with hir well or wrong , And whether for him she doth not now thinke long : Then to other friendes I haue a message or ●way , And then so to returne and mete him on the way . Now wyll I goe knocke that I may dispatche with spéede , But loe forth commeth hir selfe happily in déede .
Actus . iiij. Scaena . ij. Christian Custance . Sim Suresby ▪ C. Custance . I Come to sée if any more stirryng be here , But what straunger is this , which deth to me appere . Sym Surs. I will speake to hir : Dame the lorde you saue and sée . C. Custance . What friende Sym Suresby ? Forsoth right welcome ye be , Howe doth mine owne Gawyn Goodlucke ▪ I pray the tell ? C. Custance . When he knoweth of your health he will be perfect well . S. Suresby If he haue perfect helth , I am as I would be . Sim Sure . Such newes will please him well , this is as it should be . C. Custance . I thinke now long for him . Sym S. And he as long for you . C. Custance . When wil he be at home ? Sym. S. His heart is here ●en now His body commeth after . C. Custance . I woulde sée that faine . Sim Sure . As fast as wynde and sayle can cary it a maine . But what two men are yonde comming hitherwarde ? C. Custance . Now I shrew their best Christmasse chekes both togetherward .
Actus . iiij. Scaena . iij. Christian Custance . Sym Suresby . Ralph Roister . Mathew Merygreke . Trupeny . C. Custance . WHat meane these lewde felowes thus to trouble me stil ? Sym Suresby here perchance shal therof deme som yll , And shall supect in me some point of naughtinesse , And they come hitherward . Sym S. What is their businesse ? C. Custance . I haue nought to them , nor they to me in sadnesse . Sim Sure . Let vs hearken them , somewhat there is I feare it . R. Royster. I will speake out aloude best , that she may heare it . M. Mery. Nay alas ; ye may so feare hir out of hir wit . R. Royster. By the crosse of my sworde , I will hurt hir no whit . M. Mery. Will ye doe no harme in deede , shall I trust your worde ? R. Royster. By Roister Doisters fayth I will speake but in borde . Sim Sure . Let vs hearken them , somwhat there is I fears it . R. Royster. I will speake out aloude , I care not who heare it : Sirs , see that my harnesse , my tergat , and my shield , Be made as bright now , as when I was last in fielde , As white as I shoulde to warre againe to morrowe : For sicke shall I be , but I worke some folke sorow . Therfore sée that all shine as bright as sainct George , Or as doth a key newly come from the Smiths forge . I woulde haue my sworde and harnesse to shine so bright , That I might therwith dimme mine enimies sight , I would haue it cast beames as fast I tell you playne , As doth the glittryng grasse after a showre of raine . And sée that in case I shoulde néede to come to arming , All things may be ready at a minutes warning , For such chaunce may chaunce in an houre , do ye heare ? M. Mery. As perchance shall not chaunce againe in seuen yeare . R. Royster. Now draw we neare to hir , and here what shall be sayde . M. Mery. But I woulde not haue you make hir too muche afrayde . R. Royster. Well founde swéete wife ( I trust ) for al this your soure looke . C. Custance . Wife ? why cal ye me wife ? Sim S. wife ? this gear goth acrook . M. Mery. Nay mistresse Custance , I warrant you , our letter Is not as we redde éen nowe , but much better , And where ye halfe stomaked this gentleman afore , For this same letter , ye wyll loue hym nowe therefore , Nor it is not this letter though ye were a quéene , That shoulde breake marriage betwéene you twaine I wéene . C. Custance . I did not refuse hym for the letters sake . R. Royster. Then ye are content me for your husbande to take . C. Custance . You for my husbande to take ? nothing lesse truely . R. Royster. Yea say so , swéete spouse , afore straungers hardly . M. Mery. And though I haue here his letter of loue with me , Yet his ryng and tokens he sent , kéepe safe with ye . C. Custance . A mischiefe take his tokens , and him and thée too . But what prate I with fooles ? haue I nought else to doo ? Come in with me Sym Suresby to take some repast . Sim Sure . I must ere I drinke by your leaue , goe in all hast , To a place or two , with earnest letters of his . C. Custance . Then come drink here with me . S. S. I thank you . C. C. Do not misse You shall haue a token to your maister with you . Sym Surs. No tokens this time gramercies , God be with you . Exeat . C. Custance . Surely this fellowe misdéemeth some yll in me , Which thing but God helpe , will go néere to spill me . R. Royster. Yea farewell fellow , and tell thy maister Goodlucke That he commeth to late of thys blossome to plucke . Let him kéepe him there still , or at least wise make no hast , As for his labour hither he shall spende in wast . His betters be in place nowe . M. M. As long as it will hold . C. Custance . I will be euen with thée thou beast , thou mayst be bolde . R. Royster. Will ye haue vs then ? C. Custance . I will neuer haue thée . R. Royster. Then will I haue you ? C. Cust. No , the deuill shal haue thée . I haue gotten this houre more shame and harme by thée , Than all thy life days thou canst do me honestie . M. Mery. Why nowe may ye sée what it comth too in the ende , To make a deadly foe of your most louing frende : And ywis this letter if ye woulde heare it now . C. Custance . I will heare none of it . M. M. In faith would rauishe you . C. Custance . He hath stained my name for euer this is cleare . R. Royster. I can make all as well in an houre . M. M. As ten yeare . How say ye , wil ye haue him ? C. C. No . M. M. Wil ye take him ? C. Custance . I defie him . M. M. At my word ? . C. Cust. A shame take him . Waste no more wynde , for it will neuer bée . M. Mery. This one faulte with twaine shall be mended , ye shall sée . Gentie mistresse Custance now , good mistresse Custance , Honey mistresse Custance now , swéete mistresse Custance , Golden mistresse Custance now , white mistresse Custance , Silken mistresse Custance now , faire mistresse Custance . C. Custance . Faith rather than to mary with suche a doltishe loute , I woulde matche my selfe with a begger out of doute . M. Mery. Then I can say no more , to spéede we are not like , Except ye rappe out a ragge of your Rhetorike . C. Custance . Speake not of winnyng me : for it shall neuer be so . R. Royster. Yes dame , I will haue you whether ye will or no , I commaunde you to loue me , wherfore shoulde ye not ? Is not my loue to you chafing and burning hot ? M. Mery. Too hir , that is well sayd . R. R. Shall I so breake my braine To dote vpon you , and ye not loue vs againe ? M. Mery. Wel sayd yet . C. Cust. Go to thou goose . R. R. I say ●it Custance , In case ye will not haze , well , better yes perchaunce . C. Custance . Auaunt lozell , picke thée hence . M. M. Wel sir , ye perceiue , For all your kinde offer , she will not you receiue . R. Royster. Then a strawe for hir , and a strawe for hir againe , She shall not be my wife , woulde she neuer so faine , No and though she would be at ten thousand pounde cost . M. Mery. Lo dame , ye may see what an husbande ye haue lost . C. Custance . Yea , no force , a iewell muche better lost than founde . M. Mery. Ah , ye will not beleue how this doth my heart wounde . How shoulde a mariage betwene you be towarde , If both parties drawe backe , and become so frowarde . R. Royster. Nay dame , I will fire thee out of thy house , And destroy thée and all thine , and that by and by . M. Mery. Nay for the passion of God sir , do not so . R. Royster. Yes , except she wil say yea to that she sayde no . C. Custance . And what , be there no officers trow we , in towne To checke idle loytrers braggyng vp and downe ? Where be they , by whome vacabunds shoulde be represt ? That poore sillie Widowes might liue in peace and rest . Shall I neuer ridde thée out of my companie ? I will call for helpe , what hough , come forth Trupenie . Trupenie . Anon . What is your will mistresse ? dyd ye call me ? C. Custance . Yea , go runne apace , and as fast as may be , Pray Tristram Trusty , my moste assured frende , To be here by and by , that he may me defende . Trupenie . That message so quickly shall be done by Gods grace , That at my returne ye shall say , I went apace . Exeat . C. Custance . Then shall we sée I trowe , whether er ye shall do me harme , R. Royster. Yes in faith Kitte , I shall thee and thine so charme , That all women incarnate by thee may beware . C. Custance . Nay , as for charming me , come hither if thou dare , I shall cloute thee tyll thou stinke , both thée and thy traine , And coyle thée mine owne handes , and sende thée home againe . R. Royster. Yea sayst thou me that dame ? dost thou me threaten ? Goe we , I will sée whether I shall be beaten . M. Mery. Nay for the pa●sh● of God , let me now treate peace , For bloudshed will there be in case this strife increace . Ah good dame Custance , take better way with you . C. Custance . Let him do his worst . M. M. Yeld in time . R. R. Come hence thou . Exeat Roister & Mery .
Actus . iiij. Scaena . iiij. Christian Custance . Anot Alyface . Tibet T. M Mumblecrust . 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 giue him rappes and knockes . Mage Mumblecrust , come forth , and Tibet Talke apace . Yea and come forth too , mistresse Annot Alyface . Annot Aly. I come . Tibet . & I am here . M. Mumb. and I am here too at length . C. Custance . Like warriers if nede bée , ye must shew your strength The man that this day hath thus begiled you , Is Ralph Roister Doister , whome ye know well inowe , The moste loute and dastarde that euer 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. Cust. Will ye my tale breake ? He threatneth to come hither with all his force to fight , 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 swéepe 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 . Tib. Talk . Then Trupenies fireforke will him shrewdly fray , And you with the spitte may driue him quite away . C. Custance . Go make all ready , that it may be éen so . Tib. Talk . For my parte I shrewe them that last about it go . Exeant .
Actus . iiij. Scaena . v. Christian Custance . Trupenie . Tristram Trusty . C. Custance . TRupenie dyd promise me to runne a great pace , My friend Tristram Trusty to fet into this place . In deede he dwelleth hence a good stert I cenfesse : But yet a quicke messanger might twice since as I gesse , Haue gone and come againe . Ah yond I spie him now . Trupeny . Ye are a slow goer sir , I make God auow . My mistresse Custance will in me put all the blame , Your leggs be longer than myne : come apace for shame . C. Custance . I can thée thanke Trupenie , thou hast done right wele . Trupeny . Maistresse since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele , But maister Tristram Trustie here maketh no spéede . C. Custance . That he came at all I thanke him in very déede , For now haue I néede of the helpe of some wise man . T. Trusty . Then may I be gone againe , for none such I m . Trupenie . Ye may bée by your going : for no Alderman Can goe I dare say , a sadder pace than ye can . C. Custance . Trupenie get thée in , thou shalt among them knowe , How to vse thy selfe , like a propre man I trowe . Trupeny . I go . Ex. C. C. Now Tristram Trusty I thank you right much . For at my first sending to come ye neuer grutch . T. Trusty . Dame Custance God ye saue , and while my life shall last , For my friende Goodlucks sake ye shall not sende in wast . C. Custance . He shal giue you thanks . T. Trusty . I wil do much for his sake C. Custance . But alack , I feare , great displeasure shall be take . T. Trusty . Wherfore ? C. C. For a foolish matter . T. T. What is your cause C. Custance . I am yll accombred with a couple of dawes . T. Trusty . Nay wéepe not woman : but tell me what your cause is As concerning my friende is any thing amisse ? C. Custance . No not on my part : but here was Sym Suresby . T. Trustie . He was with me and tolde me so . C. C. And he stoode by While Ralph Roister Doister with helpe of Merygreeke , For promise of mariage dyd vnto me seeke . T. Trusty . And had ye made any promise before them twaine . C. Custance . No I had rather be torne in pieces and slaine , No man hath my faith and trouth , but Gawyn Goodlucke , And that before Suresby dyd I say , and there stucke , But of certaine letters there were suche words spoken . T. Trustie . He tolde me that too . C. Cust. And of a ring and token . That Suresby I spied , dyd more than halfe suspect , That I my faith to Gawyn Goodlucke dyd reiect . T. Trusty . But there was no such matter dame Custance in déede ? C. Custance . If euer my head thought it , God sende me yll spéede . Wherfore I beséech you , with me to be a witnesse , That in all my lyfe I neuer intended thing lesse , And what a brainsicke foole Ralph Roister Doister is , Your selfe know well enough . T. Trust. Ye say full true ywis . C. Custance . Bicause to bée his wife I ne graunt nor apply , Hither will he com he sweareth by and by , To kill both me and myne , and beate downe my house flat . Therfore I pray your aide . T. T. I warrant you that . C. Custance . Haue I so many yeres liued a sobre life , And shewed my selfe honest , mayde , widowe , and wyfe , And nowe to be abused in such a vile sorte , Ye sée howe poore Widowes lyue all voyde of comfort . T. Trusty . I warrant hym do you no harme nor wrong at all . C. Custance . No , but Mathew Merygréeke doth me most appall , That he woulde ioyne hym selfe with suche a wretched loute . T. Trusty . He doth it for a iest I knowe hym out of doubte , And here cometh Merygreke . C. C. Then shal we here his mind .
Actus . iiij. Scaena . vj. 〈◊〉 . Christian Custance . Trist Trusty . M. Mery. CUstance and Trustie both , I doe you here well finde . C. Custance . Ah Mathew Merygréeke , ye haue vsed me well . M. Mery. Nowe for altogether ye must your answere tell . Will ye haue this man , woman ? or else will ye not ? Else will be come neuer bore so brymme nor tost so hot . Tris. & Cu. But why ioyn ye with him . T. Tr. For mirth ? C. C. or else in sadnesse M. Mery. The more fond of you both hardly the mater gesse . Tristram . Lo how say ye dame ? M. M. Why do ye thinke dame Custāce That in this wowyng I haue ment ought but pastance ? M. Mery. Much things ye spake I wote , to maintaine his dotage . C. Custance . But well might ye iudge I spake it all in mockage , For why ? Is Roister Doister a fitte husbande for you ? T. Trusty . I dare say ye neuer thought it . M. M. No to God I vow . And dyd not I knowe afore of the insurance Betwéene Gawyn Goodlucke , and Christian Custance ? And dyd not I for the nonce , by my conueyance , Reade his letter in a wrong sense for daliance ? That if you coulde haue take it vp at the first bounde , We should therat such a sporte and pastime haue founde , That all the whole towne should haue ben the merier . C. Custance . Ill ake your heades bothe , I was neuer werier , Nor neuer more verte since the first day I was borne . T. Trusty . But very well I wist he here did all in scorne . C. Custance . But I feared therof to take dishonestie . M. Mery. This should both haue made sport , and shewed your honestie And Goodlucke I dare sweare , your witte therin would low . T. Trusty . Yea , being no worse than we know it to be now . M. Mery. And nothing yet to late , for when I come to him , Hither will he repaire with a shéepes looke full grim , 〈…〉 force and violence to driue you to yielde . C. Custance . If ye two bidde me , we will with him pitche a fielde , I and my maides together . M. M. Let vs see , be bolde . C. Custance . Ye shal see womens warre . T. Trusty . That fight wil I behold 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. Cust. 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 will set him on . Then will he looke as fierce as a Cotssold lyon . T. Trusty . But when gost thou for him ? M. M. That do I very nowe . C. Custance Ye shal find vs here . M. M. Wel god 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 féete . But hearke , me thinke they make preparation . T. Trustie . No force , it will be a good recreation . C. Custance . I will stande within , and steppe forth spéedily , 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 , kéepe your ray , and sée 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. R. 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 éen 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 . A stomacke ( quod you ) yea , as good as ere man had . R. Royster. I trowe they shall finde and féele 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 an horse or a dogge I wéene . 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 stryfe . M. Mery. I neuer sawe your stomake cloyed yet in my lyfe . R. Royster. Tushe I meane in strife or fighting to trie . M. Mery. We shall sée 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 redéeme 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 . Not if all the worlde for hir woulde vndertake , No not God hymselfe neither , shal not hir peace make , On therfore , marche forwarde , soft , stay a whyle yet . M. Mery. On . R. R. Tary . M. M. Forth . R. R. Back . M. M. On . R. R. Soft . Now forward set C. Custance . What businesse haue we here ? out alas , alas . R. Roister . Ha , ha , ha , ha , ha . Dydst thou sée that Merygréeke ? howe afrayde she was ? Dydst thou sée how she fledde apace out of my sight ? Ah good swéete Custance I pitie hir by this light . M. Mery. That tender heart of yours wyll marre altogether , Thus will ye be turned with waggyng of a fether . R. Royster. On sirs , keepe your ray . M. M On forth , while this geare is hot R. Royster. Soft , the Armes of Caleys , I haue one thing forgot . M. Mery. What lacke we now ? R. R. Retire , or else we be all slain . M. Mery. Backe for the pashe of God , backe sirs , backe againe . What is the great mater ? R. R. This hastie forth goyng Had almost brought vs all to vtter vndoing , It made me forget a thing most necessarie . M. Mery. Well remembred of a captaine by sainct Marie . R. Royster. It is a thing must be had . M. M. Let vs haue it then . R. Royster. But I wote not where nor how . M. M. Then wote not I when . M. Mery. But what is it ? R. R. Of a chiefe thing I am to séeke . M. Mery. Tut so will ye be , when ye haue studied a weke . But tell me what it is ? R. R. I lacke yet an hedpiece . M. Mery. The kitchen collocauit , the best hennes to grece , Runne , fet it Dobinet , and come at once withall , And bryng with thée my potgunne , hangyng by the wall , I haue séene your head with it full many a tyme , Couered as safe as it had bene with a skrine : And I warrant it saue your head from any stroke , Except perchaunce to be amased with the smoke : I warrant your head therwith , except for the mist , As safe as if it were fast locked vp in a chist : And loe here our Dobinet commeth with it nowe . D. Dough. It will couer me to the shoulders well enow . M. Mery. Let me see it on . R. R. In faith it doth metely well . M. Mery. There can be no fitter thing . Now ye must vs tell What to do . R. R. Now forth in ray sirs , and stoppe no more . M. Mery. Now sainct George to borow , Drum dubbe a dubbe afore . T. Trusty . What meane you to do sir , committe manslaughter . R. Royster. To kyll fortie such , is a matter of laughter . T. Trusty . And who is it sir , whome ye intende thus to spill ? R. Royster. Foolishe Custance here forceth me against my will . T. Trusty . And is there no meane your extreme wrath to slake . She shall some amendes vnto your good mashyp make . R. Royster. I will none amendes . T. Tr. Is hir offence so sore ? M. Mery. And he were a loute she coulde haue done no more . She hath calde him foole , and dressed him like a foole . Mocked him lyke a foole , vsed him like a foole . T. Trusty . Well yet the Sheriffe , the Iustice , or Constable , Hir misdemeanour to punishe might be able . R. Royster. No sir , I mine owne selfe will in this present cause , Be Sheriffe , and Iustice , and whole Iudge of the lawes , This matter to amende , all officers be I shall , Constable , Bailiffe , Sergeant . M. M. And hangman and all . T. Trusty . Yet a noble courage , and the hearte of a man Should more honour winne by bearyng with a woman . Therfore take the lawe , and lette hir aunswere therto . R. Royster. Merygréeke , the best way were euen so to do . What honour should it be with a woman to fight ? M. Mery. And what then , will ye thus forgo and lese your right ? R. Royster. Nay , I will take the lawe on hir withouten grace . T. Trusty . Or yf your mashyp coulde pardon this one trespace . I pray you forgiue hir . R. R. Hoh ? M. M. Tushe tushe sir do not . Be good maister to hir . R. R. Hoh ? M. M. Tush I say do not . M. Mery. And what shall your people here returne streight home ? R. Roister . Yea , leuie the campe sirs , and hence againe eche one , T. Trustie . 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 appetite to fight will be best . But soft , ere ye go , haue once at Custance house . R. Royster. Soft , what wilt thou do ? M. M. Once discharge my harquebouse And for my heartes ease , haue once more with my p●tgoon . R. Royster. Holde thy handes else is all our purpose cleane fordoone . M. Mery. And it cost me my life . R. R. 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 would 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. C. Maidens come forth with your tooles R. Royster. In a ray . M. M. Dubba dub sirrha . R. R. In a ray , They come sodainly on vs . M. M. Dubbadub . R. R. 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 Trupenie , holde thyne owne Annot , On towarde them Tibet , for scape vs they can not . Come forth Madge Mumblecrust , 〈◊〉 stande fast togither . M. Mery. God sende vs a faire day . R. R. Sée they marche on hither . Tib. Talk . But mistresse . C. C. What sayst thou ? Tib. Shal 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 R. They com . M. M. Stand . R. R. Hold . MM. Kepe . C. Custance . ( R. R. There . M. M. Strike . R. R. Take héede . C. Custance . Wel sayd Trupeny . Trup. Ah whooresons . CC. wel don in déede M. Mery. Holde 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 . C. Custance . I my selfe will mounsire graunde captaine vndertake , R. Royster. They win grounde . M. M. Saue your selfe sir , for gods sake . R. Royster. Out , alas , I am slaine , helpe . M. M. Saue your self . R. R. Alas . M. Mery. Nay then , haue at you mistresse . R. R. Thou hittest me , alas . M. Mery. I wil strike at Custance here . R R. Thou hittest me . MM. so I wil M. Mery. Nay mistresse Custance . R. R. Alas , thou hittest me still . R. Royster. Hold . M. M. Saue your self sir . R. R. Help , out alas I am slain M. Mery. Truce , hold your hands , truce for a pissing while or twaine : Now how say you Custance , for sauing of your life , Will ye yelde and graunt to be this gentmans wife ? C. Custance . Ye tolde me he loued me , call ye this loue ? M. Mery. He loued a while euen like a turtle doue . C. Custance . Gay loue God saue it , so soone hotte , so soone colde . M. Mery. I am sory for you : he could loue you yet so he coulde . R. Royster. Nay by cocks precious she shall be none of mine . M. Mery. Why so ? R. R. Come away , by the matte she is mankine . I durst aduenture the losse of my right hande , If she dyd not flee hir other husbande : And sée if she prepare not againe to fight . M. Mery. What then ? sainct George to borow , our Ladies knight . R. Royster. Slée else whom she will , by gog she shall not slee mée . M. Mery. How then ? R. R. Rather than to be slaine , I will flée . C. Custance . Too it againe , my knightesses , downe with them all . R. Royster. Away , away , away , she will else kyll vs all . M. Mery. Nay sticke to it , like an hardie man and a tall . R. Royster. Oh bones , thou bittest me . Away , or else die we shall . M. Mery. Away for the pashe of our swéete Lord Iesus Christ . C. Custance . Away loute and lubber , or I shall be thy priest . Exeant om . So this fielde is ours we haue driuen them all away . Tib. Talk . Thankes to God mistresse , ye haue had a faire day . C. Custance . Well nowe goe ye in , and make your selfe some good chéere . Omnes pariter . We goe . T. Trust. Ah sir , what a field we haue had héere . 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 . C. Custance . Not now , but when I nede to sende I will be bolde . Exeat . I thanke you for these paines . And now I wyll get me in , Now Roister Doister will no more wowyng begin . Ex.
Actus . v. Scaena . j. Gawyn Goodlucke . Sym Suresby . SYm Suresby my trustie man , nowe aduise thée well , And sée that no false surmises thou me tell , Was there such adoe about Custance of a truth ? Sim Sure . To reporte that I hearde and sawe , to me is ruth , But both my duetie and name and propretie , Warneth me to you to shewe fidelitie . It may be well enough , and I wyshe it so to be , She may hir selfe discharge and trie hir honestie , Yet their clayme to hir me thought was very large , For with letters rings and tokens , they dyd hir charge . Which when I hearde and sawe I would none to you bring . G. Goodl. No by sainct Marie , I allowe thée in that thing . Ah sirra , nowe I see truthe in the prouerbe olde , All things that shineth is not by and by pure golde , If any doe lyue a woman of honestie ▪ I would haue sworne Christian Custance had bene shée . Sim Sure . Sir , though I to you be a seruant true and iust . Yet doe not ye therfore your faithfull spouse mystrust . But examine the matter , and if ye shall it finde , To be all well , be not ye for my wordes vnkinde . G. Goodl. I shall do that is right , and as I see cause why . But here commeth Custance forth , we shal know by and by .
Actus . v. Scaena . ij. C Custance . Gawyn Goodlucke . Sym Suresby . C. Custance . I Come forth to sée and hearken for newes good , For about this houre is the tyme of likelyhood , That Gawyn Goodlucke by the sayings of Suresby , Woulde be at home , and lo yond I sée hym I . What Gawyn Goodluck , the onely hope of my life , Welcome home , and kysse me your true espoused wife . Ga. Good . Nay soft dame Custance , I must first by your licence , Sée whether all things be cléere in your conscience , I heare of your doings to me very straunge . C. Custance . What feare yee that my faith towardes you should chaunge ? Ga. Good . I must néedes mistrust ye be elsewhere entangled , For I heare that certaine men with you haue wrangled About the promise of mariage by you to them made . C. Custance . Coulde any mans reporte your minde therein persuade ? Ga. Good . Well , ye must therin declare your selfe to stande cléere , Else I and you dame Custance may not ioyne this yere . C. Custance . Then woulde I were dead , and faire layd in my graue , Ah Suresby , is this the honestie that ye haue ? To hurt me with your report , not knowyng the thing . Sun Sure . If ye be honest my wordes can hurte you nothing . But what I hearde and sawe , I might not but report . C. Custance Ah Lorde , helpe poore widowes , destitute of comfort . Truly most deare spouse , nought was done but for pastance . G. Good . But such kynde of sporting is homely daliance . C. Custance . If ye knewe the truthe , ye would take all in good parte . Ga. Good . By your leaue I am not halfe well skilled in that arte . C. Custance . It was none but Roister Doister that foolishe mome . Ga. Good . Yea Custance , better ( they say ) a badde scuse than none . C. Custance . Why Tristram Trustie sir , your true and faithfull frende , Was priuie bothe to the beginning and the ende . Let him be the Iudge , and for me testifie . Ga. Good . I will the more credite that he shall verifie , And bicause I will the truthe know éen as it is , I will to him my selfe , and know all without misse . Come on Sym Suresby , that before my friend thou may Auouch the same wordes , which thou dydst to me say . Exeant .
Actus . v. Scaena . iij. Christian Custance . C. Custance . O Lorde , howe necessarie it is nowe of dayes , That eche bodie liue vprightly all maner wayes , For lette neuer so little a gappe be open , And be sure of this , the worst shall be spoken Howe innocent stande I in this for déede or thought ? And yet sée what mistrust towardes me it hath wrought But thou Lorde knowest all folkes thoughts & eke intents And thou arte the deliuerer of all innocentes . Thou didst helpe the aduoutresse that she might be amended , Much more then helpe Lorde , that neuer yll intended . Thou didst helpe Susanna , wrongfully accused , And no lesse dost thou sée Lorde , how I am now abused , Thou didst helpe Hester , when she should haue died , Helpe also good Lorde , that my truth may be tried . Yet if Gawin Goodlucke with Tristram Trusty speake . I trust of yll report the force shall be but weake , And loe yond they come sadly talking togither , I wyll abyde , and not shrinke for their comming hither .
Actus . v. Scaena . iiij. Gawyn Goodlucke , Tristram Trustie . C. Custance . Sym Suresby . Ga. Good . ANd was it none other than ye to me reporte ? Tristram . No , and here were ye wished to haue seene the sporte . Ga. Good . Woulde I had , rather than halfe of that in my purse . Sim Sure . And I doe muche reioyce the matter was no wurse , And like as to open it , I was to you faithfull , So of dame Custance honest truth I am ioyfull . For God forfende that I shoulde hurt hir by false reporte . Ga. Good . Well , I will no longer holde hir in discomforte . C. Custance . Nowe come they hitherwarde , I trust all shall be well . G. Good . Swéete Custance neither heart can thinke nor tongue tell , Howe much I ioy in your constant fidelitie , Come nowe kisse me the pearle of perfect honestie . C. Custance . God lette me no longer to continue in lyfe , Than I shall towardes you continue a true wyfe . G. Goodl. Well now to make you for this some parte of amendes , I shall desire first you , and then suche of our frendes , As shall to you seeme best , to suppe at home with me , Where at your fought fielde we shall laugh and mery be . Sim Sure . And mistresse I beséech you , take with me no gréefe , I did a true mans part , not wishyng your reproofe . C. Custance . Though hastie reportes through surmises growyng , May of poore innocentes be vtter ouerthrowyng , Yet bicause to thy maister thou hast a true hart , And I know mine owne truth , I forgiue thée for my part . G. Goodl. Go we all to my house , and of this geare no more . Goe prepare all things Sym Suresby , hence , runne afore . Sim Sure . I goe . Ex. G. Good . But who commeth yond , M. Merygréeke ? C. Custance . Roister Doisters champion , I shrewe his best chéeke . 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 sée Gawyn Goodlucke , to whome lyeth my message , I wyll first salute him after his long voyage , And then make all thing well concerning your behalfe . R. Royster. Yea for the pas●e of God . M. M. Hence out of sight ye calfe , Till I haue spoke with them , and then I will you ●et , R. Royster. In Gods name . M. M. What master Gawin Goodluck wel met And from your long voyage I bid you right welcome home . Ga. Good . I thanke you . M. M. I come to you from an honest mome . Ga. Good . Who is that ? M. M. 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 doe 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. M. Ye nere had better sport . Ga. Good . I pray you swéete Custance ▪ let him to vs resort . C. Custance . To your will I assent . M. M. Why , suche a foole it is , As no man for good pastime would forgoe or misse . G. Goodl. Fet him to go wyth vs . M. M. 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 Merygréeke 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. M. 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. M. Yes at first , & 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. M. 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 lust , we will not by the Roode . R. Royster. I pray God that it be all true , that thou hast me tolde , And that she fight no more . M. M. I warrant you , be bolde . Too them , and salute them . R. R. Sirs , I gréete you all well . Omnes . Your maistership is welcom . C. Cust. Sauyng my quarell . For sure I will put you vp into the Eschequer . M. Mery. Why so ? better nay : Wherfore ? C. Cust. For an vsurer . R. Royster. I am no vsurer good mistresse by his armes . M. Mery. When tooke he gaine of money to any mans harmes ? C. Custance . Yes , a fowle vsurer he is , ye shall sée els . R. Royster. Didst not thou promise she would picke no mo quarels ? C. Custance . He will lende no blowes , but he haue in recompence Fiftene for one , whiche is to muche of conscience . R. Royster. Ah dame , by the auncient lawe of armes , a man Hath no honour to foile his handes on a woman . C. Custance . And where other vsurers take their gaines yerely , This man is angry but he haue his by and by . Ga. Goodl. Sir , doe not for hir sake beare me your displeasure . M. Mery. Well , he shall with you talke therof more at leasure . Upon your good vsage , he will now shake your hande . R. Royster. And much heartily welcome from a straunge lande . M. Mery. Be not afearde Gawyn to let him shake your fyst . Ga. Goodl. Oh the moste honest gentleman that ere I wist . I beseeche your mashyp to take payne to suppe with vs . M. Mery. He shall not say you nay and I too , by Iesus . Bicause ye shall be friends , and let all quarels passe . R. Royster. I wyll be as good friends with them as ere I was . M. Mery. Then let me fet your quier that we may haue a song . R. Royster. Goe . G. Goodluck. I haue hearde no melodie all this yeare long . M. Mery. Come on sirs quickly . R. R. Sing on sirs , for my frends sake . D. Dough. Cal ye these your frends ? R. R. Sing on , & no mo words make . Here they sing . Ga. Good . The Lord preserue our most noble Quéene of renowne , And hir vertues rewarde with the heauenly crowne . C. Custance . The Lorde strengthen hir most excellent Maiestie , Long to reigne ouer vs in all prosperitie . T. Trusty . That hir godly proceedings the faith to defende , He may stablishe and maintaine through to the ende . M. Mery. God graunt hir as she doth , the Gospell to protect , Learning and vertue to aduaunce , and vice to correct . R. Royster. God graunt hir louyng subiects both the minde and grace , Hir most godly procedyngs worthily to imbrace . Harpax . Hir highnesse most worthy counsellers God prosper , With honour and loue of all men to minister . Omnes . God graunt the nobilitie hir to serue and loue , With all the whole commontie as doth them behoue . AMEN .
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Certaine Songs to be song by those which shall vse this Comedie or Enterlude .
The Seconde Song . WHo so to marry a minion Wyfe , Hath hadde good chaunce and happe , Must loue hir and cherishe hir all his life , And dandle hir in his lappe . If she will fare well , yf she wyll go gay , A good husbande euer styll , What euer she lust to doe , or to say , Must lette hir haue hir owne will . About what affaires so euer he goe , He must shewe hir all his mynde , None of hys counsell she may be kept frée , Else is he a man vnkynde .
The fourth Song . I Mun be maried a Sunday I mun be maried a Sunday , Who soeuer shall come that way , I mun be maried a Sunday . Royster Doyster is my name , Royster Doyster is my name , A lustie brute I am the same , I mun be maried a Sunday . Christian Custance haue I founde , Christian Custance haue I founde , A Wydowe worthe a thousande pounde , I mun be maried a sunday . Custance is as swéete as honey , Custance is as swéete as honey , I hir lambe and she my coney , I mun be marieb a Sunday . When we shall make our weddyng feast , When we shall make oure weddyng feast , There shall bée chéere for man and beast , I mun be married a Sunday . I mun be maried a Sunday . &c.
The Psalmodie

PLacebo dilexi ,

Maister Roister Doister wil streight go home and die , Our Lorde Iesus Christ his soule haue mercie vpon : Thus you sée to day a man , to morow Iohn . Yet sauing for a womans extréeme crueltie , He might haue lyued yet a moneth or two or thrée , But in spite of Custance which hath him weried , His maship shall be worshipfully buried . And while some piece of his soule is yet hym within , Some parte of his funeralls let vs here beginne .

Dirige .

He will go darklyng to his graue . Neque lux , neque crux , nisi solum clinke , Neuer gentman so went toward heauen I thinke . Yet sirs as ye wyll the blisse of heauen win , When he commeth to the graue lay hym softly in , And all men take heede by this one Gentleman , How you sette your loue vpon an vnkinde woman : For these women be all suche madde pieuish elues , They wyll not be woonne except it please them selues . But in faith Custance if euer ye come in hell , Maister Roister Doister shall serue you as well . Good night Roger olde knaue , Farewel Roger olde knaue . Good night Roger olde knaue , knaue , knap . Nequando , Audiui vocem . Requiem aeternam .
The Peale of belles rong by the parish Clerk , and Roister Doisters foure men . When dyed he ? When dyed he ? We haue hym , We haue hym . Royster Doyster , Royster Doyster . He commeth , He commeth . Our owne , Our owne . FINIS .
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Creat●re _WHat Creature is in health , eyther yong or olde , But scuri●itie Enterlude shall now vnfolde , Wherin all scurilitie we vtterly refuse , Auoiding such mirth comly●●esse lesse , Being mixed with vertue in decent comlynesse . As we trust no good nature can gainsay ●ore declare , Wherein was contained very vertuous lore , With mysteries and forewarnings very rare ●aufe good days , and farewell his life , Maister Raufe Royster Doister is but dead and gon Excepte fair● make him speake rough , and make him speake faire . But I maruell I see hym not all thys same R●ister Ra●e Roister Doister . Mathew Merygreeke . yest ernyght The faire Woman , that supped wyth vs yesternyght , And I hearde hir name twice or thrice wh●t that ? Ah sir , mary nowe I sée you know what is what . Enamoured ka ? mary sir say that dar● Yea malky● ▪ I warrant you as muche as they dare . And ye will not beleue what they say in mee● Merygréeke for this thy reporting well of mee : t●uthe By cocke thou sayest truthe , I had almost forgotte . g●●d Dame Custance hath promised vs good ale and white bread . ●irrha So sirrha , nowe this geare beginneth for to frame n●ught Ye were not for nought named Tyb Talke apace . Margeri● Margerie . Sewe Tibet , knitte Annot , spinne Margerie . Let vs see who shall winne the victorie ●inger Ah , eche finger is a thombe to day me thinke , I care not gro●e cote , Tut I am vsed therto , I care not a grote . spac● Yond stode a man al this space And hath hearde all that euer we spake togyther l●ue I dyd it for no harme , but for good loue I beare , To your dame mistresse Custance c●me I come anon sir . Custanc● Faith I would our dame Custance Sawe this geare . fa●●e I would faine kisse you too good maiden , if I myght . m●stresse Tybet Talke apace , Your mistresse Custance and mine , must speake with your percei●e suppose that your loue was so greedie , I perceiue nowe ye haue chose of deuotion , And ioy whis●●le Kocks nownes what meanest thou man , tut a whistle . pygs Then ist mine owne pygsnie 〈◊〉 , and blessing on my hart . muc● A pecke ? Nomine patris , haue ye so much spare ? su●e Nay she shall make sure ere she know that ywis . C●●●nce Now may I repose me : Custance is mine owne . Let vs sing and play 〈◊〉 re●●●t , And would haue you to him for marriage resort : Best open the writing , and sée what it w●●de , Trudge , do me thys message , and bring worde quicke againe , If one misse but a minute thousa●d woundes , I woulde not haue slacked for ten thousand poundes . Nay sée I beséeche you , if my ●●nder most trustie page , Goe not nowe aboute to hinder my mariage , So feruent hotte wowyng , and ●eruent not nowe aboute to hinder my mariage , So feruent hotte wowyng , and so farre from wining lut● is he in some loues pang , Then vp to our lute at midnight , twangled 〈◊〉 twang , Then beyho●gh our sonets , and twang with our dumps , And heyhough from our heart , as heauie as lead lumpes h●●pe p●●pe As the howlet out of an yuie 〈◊〉 should hoope . Anon to our gitterne , thro●●ple 〈◊〉 thrumpledum aclo●●te pastance . I bring hir a ring , with a token in a cloute , And by all gesse , this san●●● d●ut● all gesse , this san●●● is hir house out of doute . I knowe it nowe perfect ▪ I am in my right t●ken . And prayes you to deliuer this ring and token . w●nche not a louse . But yonder commeth forth a wenche or a ladde , If he haue not one Lumbardes ●wis He commeth to me ▪ It is hereabout ywis . ●hée Is there any of that name héere but thée ? ● A Widowe she is I trow . shak● be welcome to me , Let vs for acquaintance shake 〈◊〉 is together , And what ere thou be , tog●ther me , Let vs for acquaintance shake 〈◊〉 is together , And what ere thou be , heartilie welcome hear●●● 〈◊〉 is together , And what ere thou be , heartilie welcome hither . ●●●nging Well Trupenie neuer but flinging . friking and frisking ? yeroile But ye roile abroade . h●ther chambers when ye mete me there ? But come hither f●●les , I haue one nowe by the hande , tr●ly To me truly is he welcome . ●●hall resorte Our mistresse being a Widow hath small comforte , And I hearde our nourse speake ●assocks our frenche 〈◊〉 euery day , In our silke cassocks ( I warrant you ) 〈◊〉 and gay , In our tricke kno● We foure I trust shall be a ioily mery knot . Shall we sing a fitte to welcome our friende gr●dge gainyng , But felowes or friends to bée . No grudge remainyng , No worke retrainyng , Nor helpe lo●ingly retrainyng , Nor helpe reffrainyng , But louingly to agrée . runnner But 〈◊〉 be a runner vp & downe Still be a bringer of tidings E●cept bring vnto me from any person or place , Except ye first shewe me the partie face to face B●● right good thanke to bring me worde quickly . But otherwyse with messages to come in post cou●●n that hath no more wit in his hedde , Than my cousin Roister Doister with all is ledde . I am ●are He should neuer escape if I had him by the eare , But euen from his head , I would it bite f●ele Doe ye feele no pangues of dotage ? aunswere me right a●nswere Doe ye feele no pangues of dotage ? aunswere me right . mou● woulde fayne marrie him , yf ye durst it moue , Emong other riche widowes , which are b● Mary God yelde his mashyp what euer he be , It is gentmanly spoken . sp●ake Tush ye speake in iest . ●aue Ye may ther by know what hast I haue to wedde . But now who it is , for my hande Ro●ster It is Roister Doister doubtlesse . l●ute , For no man there is but a very dolt and louted That to wowe a Widowe woulde so go about W●●owe but a very dolt and louted That to wowe a Widowe woulde so go about . He shall neuer haue ●●strust And that there shall be no let in you nor mistrust , But to be wedded on sunday next if he Go● Goe say , that I bid him kéepe him warme at l●ugh Then let me alone we will laugh well ye shall sée , It will not be long wo●●● and read my great letter . I shall to my wower make answere the better . i●tte I will not sée him , but giue him a iutte in déede . I crie your mastershyp mercie h●ball such a blocke , Such a lilburne , such a hoball , such a lobcocke , And bicause ye shoulde i●ntman . Bawawe what ye say ( 〈◊〉 I ) of such a ientman , Nay I feare him not ( 〈…〉 ) doe the best loute● dare say may him beate . And where he is louted and laughed to skorne , For the veriest ●orne skorne , For the veriest dolte that euer was borne , And veriest lubber , slouen and beast flouen that euer was borne , And veriest lubber , slouen and beast , Liuing in this worlde from the ●●●ye for an vnkinde woman , Will ye drinke oure ere ye goe . ha●e Thou shalt be my sectour , and haue all more and lesse . w●ll . Now God reward your mastershyp . And I will crie halfepenie doale for your worshyp . seruo● Euocat seruos militis . militi● Ad seruos militis m●st To come behind , and make curtsie ▪ thou must som pains take . pai●s behind , and make curtsie ▪ thou must som pains take . th●nke Else were I much to blame , I thanke your mastershyp The lorde one day all to mast●rshyp Else were I much to blame , I thanke your mastershyp The lorde one day all to begrime you with el●owe , Backe sir sauce , let gentlefolkes haue elbowe roome , Uoyde sirs , sée ye not maister Mery gr●eke shall on my side walke . But lo , how well Merygreeke is returned sence . mor● Let him wast no more labour nor sute about me . ●our Ye know not where your preferment lieth I see , He sending you pre●erment Ye know not where your preferment lieth I see , He sending you such a token s●● Ye know not where your preferment lieth I see , He sending you such a token , ring and pigs●● owne deare honey birde , swete heart , and pigsny Good Mistresse Custance present these by wher● Swéete mistresse where as I loue you nothing at all , Regarding substan●e loue you nothing at all , Regarding your substance and richesse chiefe of all , For your personage be●●●tie richesse chiefe of all , For your personage , beautie , demeanour and wit , I commende me vnto deme anour chiefe of all , For your personage , beautie , demeanour and wit , I commende me vnto you neuer a Raister Custance , the lorde you saue and kepe , From me Roister Doister , whether I wake or slepe . Who vnfo●●e Than this letter purporteth , which ye haue vnfolde . ●ent Ywis sir , I would not haue sent you such a mocke . sye What wéepe ? fye for shame , and blubber ? for manhods sake again● refraine . It she despise you éen despise ye hir againe . sal●e créeping , And pray you to be good to hir salte teares wéeping . p●tsticke By cocks precious potsticke , and éen so I shall . I wyll vtterly destroy vi●e woulde be auenged in the meane space , On that vile scribler , that did my wowyng disgrace . ●yons , and a thousande wiues , As a thousande lyons , and a thousand rattes , A thousande wolues thou●●nd thousande wiues , As a thousande lyons , and a thousand rattes , A thousande wolues , and a thousande thou●●nde thousande bulles , and a thousande calues , And a thousande legions diuided in halues , he shall neuer ●●gions and a thousande calues , And a thousande legions diuided in halues , he shall neuer scape H● And a thousande legions diuided in halues , he shall neuer scape death on my swordes point sca●e legions diuided in halues , he shall neuer scape death on my swordes point , Though I shoulde ●entman But the ientman had rather spent fiue thousande pounde , mo●e The selfe same that I wrote out of , so mote I go . ●ot present these by and by . How now ? doth not this superscription agrée ? sine concerning mariage , ye are thought Suche a fine Paragon , as nere honest man bought . And m● ease : I wyll be vnkinde At no time : in me shall ye muche gentlenesse finde . But all fauour●●h Roister Doister , whether I wake or slepe , Who fauoureth you no lesse , ( ye may be bolde ) Than sonnded endityng , But who read this letter , that it sounded so nought ? ●arie ye can sit in rest . And I will no longer tarie here me beleue . b●th are an other your selfe sir , the lorde vs both saue , Albeit in this matter I must your m● your pardon craue , Alas woulde ye wyshe in me the witte that ye haue ? But as for my fault ●ye the others sake we had bene drownde . But fye on that seruant which for his maisters wealth wreng life , I must see how it is with hir well or wrong , And whether for him she doth not now thinke Sure●by Christian Custance . Sim Suresby ▪ we●l knoweth of your health he will be perfect well . G●orge Therfore sée that all shine as bright as sainct George , Or as doth a key newly come from the Smiths Smi●●s George , Or as doth a key newly come from the Smiths forge . I woulde haue my sworde and harnesse ●ast enimies sight , I would haue it cast beames as fast I tell you playne , As doth the glittryng acr●●k wife ? this gear goth acrook . cha●●ng wherfore shoulde ye not ? Is not my loue to you chafing and burning hot ? ●say Yes , except she wil say yea to that she sayde no . he●e since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele , But maister Tristram Trustie here maketh ●Trusty T. Trusty . caus● What is your cause f●nde CUstance and Trustie both , I doe you here well finde . Custāc● Why do ye thinke dame Custāce That in this wowyng I haue ment ought but da●iance conueyance , Reade his letter in a wrong sense for daliance ? That if you coulde haue take it vp at wi●l to late , for when I come to him , Hither will he repaire with a shéepes looke full grim y●lde , 〈…〉 force and violence to driue you to yielde . y●u Do you that part wel play And I will sue for peace ca●tifes your heartes be stoute , But where be these caitifes , me think they dare not route , How sayst s●ene your meate as well , As any that ere I haue seene of or heard tell , A stomacke quod you ? i● Nay , the stomacke of a man it is that I meane . forwardset Soft . Now forward set ●now It will couer me to the shoulders well enow . sa●th In faith it doth metely well . l●ese shot I will haue some penyworth , I will not leese all . En●ignes Doughtie . Harpax . Two drummes with their Ensignes . weldon wel don in déede b●gyled quarell is to this same little knaue , That begyled me last day , nothyng shall him saue . m●st●esse Nay then , haue at you mistresse . ad●e false surmises thou me tell , Was there such adoe about Custance of a truth ? si●ra Marie , I allowe thée in that thing . Ah sirra , nowe I see truthe in the prouerbe olde ●ad ▪ I would haue sworne Christian Custance had bene shée . seru●nt Sir , though I to you be a seruant true and iust . Yet doe not ye therfore ●ust Sir , though I to you be a seruant true and iust . Yet doe not ye therfore your faithfull s●e I shall do that is right , and as I see cause why . But here commeth Custance forth chaunge● feare yee that my faith towardes you should chaunge? ? yer● and you dame Custance may not ioyne this yere ▪ cr●dite I will the more credite that he shall verifie , And bicause I will mi●●e will to him my selfe , and know all without misse . Come on Sym Suresby , that before my friend for●ende Custance honest truth I am ioyfull . For God forfende that I shoulde hurt hir by false reporte r●pr●●fe I did a true mans part , not wishyng your reproofe . a●●to Go we all to my house , and of this geare no more abid● Fye , I can scarce abide ye shoulde his name recite . agas● heareth of your returne , and is full yll agast . maintai●e We must to make vs mirth , maintaine hym all we can . And loe yond he commeth Diost Didst not thou promise she would picke no mo quarels m● Sing on , & no mo words make . marieb I Mun be maried a Sunday I mun be maried a Sunday , Who soeuer shall come that way m●shyp spite of Custance which hath him weried , His maship shall be worshipfully buried . And while ●ay heauen win , When he commeth to the graue lay hym softly in , And all men take heede by pi●uish woman : For these women be all suche madde pieuish elues , They wyll not be woonne except it Audi●● Roger olde knaue , knaue , knap . Nequando , Audiui vocem . Requiem aeternam .