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.