That Gawin Goodluck, by the sayings of Suresby,
Would be at home; and lo! yond I see him, I.
What, Gawin Goodluck! the only hope of my life,
Welcome home, and kiss me your true espoused wife.
G. Good. Nay, soft, dame Custance; I must first, by your licence,
See whether all things be clear in your conscience.
I hear of your doings to me very strange.
C. Custance. What! fear ye that my faith towards you should change?
G. Good. I must needs mistrust ye be elsewhere entangled,
For I hear that certain men with you have wrangled