That she hath to Gawin Goodluck promised.
R. Roister. What is that Gawin Goodluck?
M. Merry. A merchant-man.
R. Roister. Shall he speed afore me? Nay, sir, by sweet Saint Anne!
Ah, sir! Backare, quod Mortimer to his sow:[52]
I will have her mine own self, I make God a vow;
For, I tell thee, she is worth a thousand pound.
M. Merry. Yet a fitter wife for your maship[53] might be found;
Such a goodly man as you might get one with land,