M. Merry. Hence! out of sight, ye calf,
Till I have spoke with them, and then I will you fet.
R. Roister. In God's name.[172]
M. Merry. What, master Gawin Goodluck, well-met;
And from your long voyage I bid you right welcome home.
G. Good. I thank you.
M. Merry. I come to you from an honest mome,
G. Good. Who is that?
M. Merry. Roister Doister, that doughty kite.
C. Custance. Fie! I can scarce abide ye should his name recite.