M. Merry. By the faith that I owe to God, sir, but ye be.
Would I might, for your sake, spend a thousand pound land.
R. Roister. I daresay thou wouldest have me to thy husband.
M. Merry. Yea, and I were the fairest lady in the shire,
And knew you as I know you, and see you now here—
Well, I say no more—
R. Roister. Gramercies, with all my heart.
M. Merry. But, since that cannot be, will ye play a wise part?
R. Roister. How should I?
M. Merry. Refrain from Custance a while now,