R. Roister. Merrygreek, for this thy reporting well of me—
M. Merry. What should I else, sir? it is my duty, pardè.
R. Roister. I promise thou shalt not lack, while I have a groat.
M. Merry. Faith, sir, and I ne'er had more need of a new coat.
R. Roister. Thou shalt have one to-morrow, and gold for to spend.
M. Merry. Then I trust to bring the day to a good end.
For as for mine own part, having money enou',
I could live only with the remembrance of you—
But now to your widow, whom you love so hot—
R. Roister. By Cock, thou sayest truth, I had almost forgot.