But soft, ere ye go, have once at Custance house.
R. Roister. Soft, what wilt thou do?
M. Merry. Once discharge my arquebus;
And for my heart's ease, have once more with my potgun.
R. Roister. Hold thy hands! else is all our purpose clean fordone.
M. Merry. And it cost me my life!
R. Roister. I say, thou shalt not.
M. Merry. By the matt,[163] but I will have once more with hail-shot.
I will have some pennyworth; I will not lese all.