R. Roister. Who?[75]
M. Mumbl. Nay, I cannot tell, sir, but what thing would you?
R. Roister. How doth sweet Custance, my heart of gold, tell me how?
M. Mumbl. She doth very well, sir, and command me to you.
R. Roister. To me?
M. Mumbl. Yea, to you, sir.
R. Roister. To me? nurse, tell me plain,
M. Mumbl. Yea.
R. Roister. That word maketh me alive again.
M. Mumbl. She command[ed] me to one last day, whoe'er it was.