And I thought verily this had been some token
From my dear spouse,[86] Gawin Goodluck, whom when him please,
God luckily send home to both our hearts' ease!
M. Mumbl. A jolly man it is, I wot well by report,
And would have you to him for marriage resort.
Best open the writing, and see what it doth speak.
C. Custance. At this time, nurse, I will neither read ne break.
M. Mumbl. He promised to give you a whole peck of gold.
C. Custance. Perchance, [t'will] lack of a pint, when it shall be all told.
M. Mumbl. I would take a gay rich husband, and I were you.