M. Merry. The more fond of you both: hardily the matter guess.
T. Trusty. Lo, how say ye, dame?
M. Merry. Why, do ye think, dame Custance,
That in this wooing I have meant ought but pastance?
C. Custance. Much things ye spake, I wot, to maintain his dotage.
M. Merry. But well might ye judge, I spake it all in mockage;
For why is Roister Doister a fit husband for you?
T. Trusty. I dare say ye never thought it.
M. Merry. No, to God I vow.
And did not I know afore of the insurance