C. Custance. Coulde any mans reporte your minde therein persuade?
Ga. Good. Well, ye must therin declare your selfe to stande cleere,
Else I and you dame Custance may not ioyne this yere.
C. Custance. Then woulde I were dead, and faire layd in my graue,
Ah Suresby, is this the honestie that ye haue?
To hurt me with your report, not knowyng the thing.
Sim Sure. If ye be honest my wordes can hurte you nothing.
But what I hearde and sawe, I might not but report.
C. Custance. Ah Lorde, helpe poore widowes, destitute of comfort.
Truly most deare spouse, nought was done but for pastance.