M. Mery. Ah well I say.
C. Custance. It is Roister Doister doubtlesse.
M. Mery. Will ye never leave this dissimulation?
Ye know hym not.
C. Custance. But by imagination,
For no man there is but a very dolt and loute 75
That to wowe a Widowe woulde so go about.
He shall never have me hys wife while he doe live.
M. Mery. Then will he have you if he may, so mote I thrive,
And he biddeth you sende him worde by me,