But what stranger is this, which doth to me appear?
Sim. Suresby. I will speak to her. Dame, the Lord you save and see!
C. Custance. What, friend Sim. Suresby. Forsooth, right welcome ye be.
How doth mine own Gawin Goodluck, I pray thee tell?
Sim. Sure. When he knoweth of your health, he will be perfect well.
C. Custance. If he have perfect health, I am as I would be.
Sim. Sure. Such news will please him well. This is as it should be.
C. Custance. I think now long for him.
Sim. Sure. And he as long for you.
C. Custance. When will he be at home?