C. Custance. What mean these lewd fellows thus to trouble me still?
Sim. Suresby here, perchance, shall thereof deem some ill,
And shall suspect in me some point of naughtiness,
And they come hitherward. [Aside.
Sim. Sure. What is their business?
C. Custance. I have nought to them, nor they to me, in sadness.[139]
Sim. Sure. Let us hearken them; somewhat there is, I fear it.
R. Roister. I will speak out aloud best, that she may hear it.
M. Merry. Nay, alas! ye may so fear her out of her wit.
R. Roister. By the cross of my sword, I will hurt her no whit.