C. Custance. I did not refuse him for the letter's sake.
R. Roister. Then ye are content me for your husband to take.
C. Custance. You for my husband to take!
Nothing less truly?
R. Roister. Yea, say so, sweet spouse, afore strangers hardily.
M. Merry. And though I have here his letter of love with me,
Yet his rings and tokens he sent keep safe with ye.
C. Custance. A mischief take his tokens, and him, and thee too!
But what prate I with fools? Have I nought else to do?
Come in with me, Sim. Suresby, to take some repast.