Roister Doister / Written, probably also represented, before 1553. Carefully edited from the unique copy, now at Eton College

by Nicholas Udall

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 thee and thy traine,

And coyle thee mine owne handes, and sende thee home againe.

R. Royster. Yea sayst thou me that dame? dost thou me threaten?

Goe we, I still see whether I shall be beaten.

M. Mery. Nay for the paishe 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.

R. Royster. Let him do his worst.