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 redeeme 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.
Nor if all the worlde for hir woulde vndertake,