C. Custance. As muche as though I did, this time it shall not neede,
But what gentman is it, I pray you tell me plaine, 55
That woweth so finely?
M. Mery. Lo where ye be againe,
As though ye knewe him not.
C. Custance. Tush ye speake in jest.
M. Mery. Nay sure, the partie is in good knacking[474] earnest,
And have you he will (he sayth) and have you he must.
C. Custance. I am promised duryng my life, that is just. 60
M. Mery. Mary so thinketh he, unto him alone.