Perchaunce in an houre when all ye thinke least,

Our maisters appetite to fight will be best.

But soft, ere ye go, haue once at Custance house.

R. Royster. Soft, what wilt thou do?

M. Mery. Once discharge my harquebouse

And for my heartes ease, haue once more with my potgoon.

R. Royster. Holde thy handes else is all our purpose cleane fordoone.

M. Mery. And it cost me my life.

R. Royster. I say thou shalt not.

M. Mery. By the matte but I will. Haue once more with haile shot.