To speak. And as for all them that would do you wrong,
I will so help and maintain, ye shall not live long.
Nor any foolish dolt shall cumber you, but I;
I, whoe'er say nay, will stick by you, till I die.
Thus, good Mistress Custance, the Lord you save and keep
From me, Roister Doister, whether I wake or sleep,
Who favoureth you no less (ye may be bold)
Than this letter purporteth, which ye have unfold."[124]
C. Custance. How, by this letter of love? is it not fine?
R. Roister. By the Arms of Calais, it is none of mine.