M. Merry. Well, I lament.
R. Roister. So do I.
M. Merry. Wherefore?
R. Roister. For this thing,
Because she is gone.
M. Merry. I mourn for another thing.
R. Roister. What is it, Merrygreek, wherefore thou dost grief take?
M. Merry. That I am not a woman myself, for your sake.
I would have you myself, and a straw for yond Gill,
And mock much of you, though it were against my will.