Tristram. No, and here were ye wished to haue seene the sporte.
Ga. Good. Woulde I had, rather than halfe of that in my purse.
Sim Sure. And I doe muche reioyce the matter was no wurse,
And like as to open it, I was to you faithfull,
So of dame Custance honest truth I am ioyfull.
For God forfende that I shoulde hurt hir by false reporte.
Ga. Good. Well, I will no longer holde hir in discomforte.
C. Custance. Nowe come they hitherwarde, I trust all shall be well.
Ga. Good. Sweete Custance neither heart can thinke nor tongue tell,
Howe much I ioy in your constant fidelitie,