But if ye win her, ye must e'en play the man:
E'en to fight it out ye must a man's heart take.
R. Roister. Yes, they shall know, as[156] thou knowest, I have a stomach.
M. Merry. A stomach (quod you), yea, as good as e'er man had.
R. Roister. I trow, they shall find and feel that I am a lad.
M. Merry. By this cross, I have seen you eat your meat as well
As any that e'er I have seen of, or heard tell.
A stomach, quod you? He that will that deny,
I know was never at dinner in your company.
R. Roister. Nay, the stomach of a man it is, that I mean.