R. Roister. Nay, thou mayest not strike at me again in no wise.
M. Merry. I cannot in fight make to you such warrantise:
But as for your foes here let them the bargain[157] by.
R. Roister. Nay, as for [that,] they shall every mother's child die.
And in this my fume a little thing might make me
To beat down house and all, and else the devil take me.
M. Merry. If I were as ye be, by Gog's dear mother,
I would not leave one stone upon another.
Though she would redeem it with twenty thousand pounds.
R. Roister. It shall be even so, by his lily wounds!