R. Royster. Well founde sweete wife[542] (I trust) for al this your soure looke. 30
C. Custance. Wife, why cal ye me wife?
Sim Sure. [enters while the last words are spoken]. Wife? this gear goth acrook.
M. Mery. Nay mistresse Custance, I warrant you, our letter
Is not as we redde een nowe, but much better,
And where ye halfe stomaked this gentleman afore,
For this same letter, ye wyll love hym now therefore, 35
Nor it is not this letter, though ye were a queene,
That shoulde breake marriage betweene you twaine I weene.
C. Custance. I did not refuse hym for the letters sake.