G. Good. And was it none other than ye to me report?
T. Trusty. No; and here were ye wished, to have seen the sport.
G. Good. Would I had, rather than half of that in my purse.
Sim. Sure. And I do much rejoice the matter was no worse.
And like as to open it I was to you faithful,
So of Dame Custance honest truth I am joyful.
For God forfend that I should hurt her by false report.
G. Good. Well, I will no longer hold her in discomfort.
C. Custance. Now come they hitherward: I trust all shall be well.
G. Good. Sweet Custance, neither heart can think, nor tongue tell,