That she hath to Gawyn Goodlucke promised.
R. Royster. What is that Gawyn Goodlucke? B i 95
R. Royster. Shall he speede afore me? nay sir by sweete Sainct Anne.
Ah sir, Backare quod Mortimer to his sowe,[364]
I wyll have hir myne owne selfe I make God a vow.
For I tell thee, she is worthe a thousande pounde.
M. Mery. Yet a fitter wife for your maship[365] might be founde: 100
Suche a goodly man as you, might get one wyth lande,[366]
Besides poundes of golde a thousande and a thousande,