I did a true man's part, not wishing your repreef.
C. Custance. Though hasty reports, through surmises growing,
May of poor innocents be utter overthrowing,
Yet because to thy master thou hast a true heart,
And I know mine own truth, I forgive thee for my part.
G. Good. Go we all to my house, and of this gear no more.
Go, prepare all things, Sim. Suresby; hence, run afore.
Sim. Sure. I go. [Ex.
G. Good. Good. But who cometh yond? Master Merrygreek?
C. Custance. Roister Doister's champion; I shrew his best cheek.