They were all in love with your maship by and by;
And cried you mercy, that they had done you wrong.
R. Roister. For why no man, woman, nor child can hate me long.
M. Merry. We fear (quod they) he will be avenged one day;
Then for a penny give all our lives we may.
R. Roister. Said they so indeed?
M. Merry. Did they? yea, even with one voice.
He will forgive all (quod I). O, how they did rejoice!
R. Roister. Ha, ha, ha!