M. Mery. By the faith that I owe to God sir, but ye bee.
Woulde I might for your sake, spend a thousande pound land. 115
R. Royster. I dare say thou wouldest have me to thy husbande.
M. Mery. Yea: And I were the fairest lady in the shiere,
And knewe you as I know you, and see you nowe here.
Well I say no more.
R. Royster. Grammercies with all my hart.
M. Mery. But since that can not be, will ye play a wise parte? 120
R. Royster. How should I?
M. Mery. Refraine[523] from Custance a while now.