C. Custance. I feele no such cariage.[473]
M. Mery. Doe ye feele no pangues of dotage? aunswere me right.
C. Custance. I dote so, that I make but one sleepe all the night
But what neede all these wordes?
M. Mery. Oh Jesus, will ye see
What dissemblyng creatures these same women be? 40
The gentleman ye wote of, whome ye doe so love,
That ye woulde fayne marrie him, yf ye durst it move,
Emong other riche widowes, which are of him glad,
Lest ye for lesing of him perchaunce might runne mad,