But yet a quick messenger might twice since, as I guess,
Have gone and come again. Ah! yond I spy him now.
Truepenny (To T. Trusty). Ye are a slow goer, sir, I make God a vow;
My Mistress Custance will in me put all the blame;
Your legs be longer than mine: come apace, for shame.
C. Custance. I can[149] thee thank, Truepenny; thou hast done
right well.
Truepenny. Mistress, since I went, no grass hath grown on my heel:
But Master Tristram Trusty here maketh no speed.
C. Custance. That he came at all, I thank him in very deed;