M. Merry. Ye must take him to favour, and pardon all past;
He heareth of your return, and is full ill aghast.
G. Good. I am right well content he have with us some cheer.
C. Custance. Fie upon him, beast! then will not I be there.
G. Good. Why, Custance, do ye hate him more than ye love me?
C. Custance. But for your mind, sir, where he were, would I not be.
T. Trusty. He would make us all laugh.
M. Merry. Ye ne'er had better sport.
G. Good. I pray you, sweet Custance, let him to us resort.
C. Custance. To your will I assent.