M. Merry. Then help me to speak with her.
Tib. Talk. With a good will that.
Here she cometh forth. Now speak—ye know best what.
C. Custance. None other life with you, maid, but abroad to skip?
Tib. Talk. Forsooth, here is one would speak with your mistresship.
C. Custance. Ah, have ye been learning of mo messages now?
Tib. Talk. I would not hear his mind, but bad him show it to you.
C. Custance. In at doors!
Tib. Talk. I am gone. [Exit.
M. Merry. Dame Custance, God ye save!