R. Roister. Merrygreek, the best way were even so to do.
What honour should it be with a woman to fight?
M. Merry. And what, then, will ye thus forego and lese your right?
R. Roister. Nay, I will take the law on her withouten grace.
T. Trusty. Or, if your maship could pardon this one trespass—
I pray you, forgive her.
R. Roister. Hoh!
M. Merry. Tush, tush, sir, do not.
T. Trusty. Be good master to her.