C. Custance. Let him waste no more labour nor suit about me.
M. Merry. Ye know not where your preferment lieth, I see;
He sendeth you such a token, ring and letter.
C. Custance. Marry, here it is; ye never saw a better.
M. Merry. Let us see your letter.
C. Custance. Hold! read it if ye can:
And see what letter it is to win a woman.
M. Merry. [reads:]
To mine own dear coney, bird, sweetheart, and pigsny,
Good Mistress Custance, present these by and by.