R. Royster. Then ye are content me for your husbande to take.
C. Custance. You for my husbande to take? nothing lesse truely. 40
R. Royster. Yea say so, sweete spouse, afore straungers hardly.
M. Mery. And though I have here his letter of love with me,
Yet his ryng and tokens he sent, keepe safe with ye.
C. Custance. A mischiefe take his tokens, and him and thee too.
But what prate I with fooles? have I nought else to doo? 45
Come in with me Sym Suresby to take some repast.
Sim Sure. I must ere I drinke by your leave, goe in all hast,
To a place or two, with earnest letters of his.