And I warrant hir soone right glad to seeke to you,
Ye shall see hir anon come on hir knees creeping.
And pray you to be good to hir salte teares weeping.
R. Royster. But what and she come not? 125
M. Mery. In faith then farewel she.
Or else if ye be wroth, ye may avenged be.
R. Royster. By cocks precious potsticke, and een so I shall.
I wyll utterly destroy hir, and house and all,
But I woulde be avenged in the meane space,
On that vile scribler, that did my wowyng disgrace. 130