M. Mery. Yea, ye may see ye nere[360] take me to good cheere with you, 75
If ye had, I coulde have tolde you hir name now.
R. Royster. I was to blame in deede, but the nexte tyme perchaunce:
And she dwelleth in this house.
M. Mery. What Christian Custance.
R. Royster. Except I have hir to my Wife, I shall runne madde.
M. Mery. Nay unwise perhaps, but I warrant you for madde. 80
R. Royster. I am utterly dead unlesse I have my desire.
M. Mery. Where be the bellowes that blewe this sodeine fire?
R. Royster. I heare she is worthe a thousande pounde and more.