R. Roister. Yes, in faith, Kit, I shall thee and thine so charm,
That all women incarnate by thee may beware.
C. Custance. Nay, as for charming me, come hither if thou dare.
I shall clout thee, till thou stink, both thee and thy train,
And coil[147] thee mine own hands, and send thee home again.
R. Roister. Yea, say'st thou me that, dame? Dost thou me threaten?
Go we, I will see whether I shall be beaten.
M. Merry. Nay, for the paishe[148] of God, let me now treat peace;
For bloodshed will there be, in case this strife increase.
Ah, good dame Custance, take better way with you!