R. Roister. And how when Mumfision—
M. Merry. O, your costreling
Bore the lantern a-field so before the gozeling——
Nay, that is too long a matter now to be told.
Never ask his name, nurse, I warrant thee, be bold:
He conquered in one day from Rome to Naples,
And won towns, nurse, as fast as thou canst make apples.
M. Mumbl. O Lord! my heart quaketh for fear, he is so sore.
R. Roister. Thou makest her too much afeard, Merrygreek; no more.
This tale would fear my sweetheart Custance right evil.