M. Mery. Yes for twentie pounde.

R. Royster. Armes what dost thou?

M. Mery. Fet you again out of your sound

By this crosse ye were nigh gone in deede, I might feele

Your soule departing within an inche of your heele.

Now folow my counsell.

R. Royster. What is it?

M. Mery. If I wer you,

Custance should eft seeke to me, ere I woulde bowe.

R. Royster. Well, as thou wilt haue me, euen so will I doe.