In case ye will not haze, well, better yes perchaunce.

C. Custance. Auaunt lozell, picke thee hence.

M. Mery. 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.