M. Merry. What, if Christian Custance will not have you, what?
R. Roister. Have me? yes, I warrant you, never doubt of that:
I know she loveth me, but she dare not speak.
M. Merry. Indeed, meet it were somebody should it break.
R. Roister. She looked on me twenty times yesternight,
And laughed so—
M. Merry. That she could not sit upright.
R. Roister. No, faith, could she not.
M. Merry. No, even such a thing I cast.[62]
R. Roister. But for wooing, thou knowest, women are shamefast.