If ye had, I coulde haue tolde you hir name now.
R. Royster. I was to blame in deede, but the nexte tyme perchaunce:
And she dwelleth in this house.
M. Mery. What Christian Custance.
R. Royster. Except I haue hir to my Wife, I shall runne madde.
M. Mery. Nay vnwise perhaps, but I warrant you for madde.
R. Royster. I am vtterly dead vnlesse I haue my desire.
M. Mery. Where be the bellowes that blewe this sodeine fire?
R. Royster. I heare she is worthe a thousande pounde and more.
M. Mery. Yea, but learne this one lesson of me afore,