R. Royster. Shall I so breake my braine
To dote upon you, and ye not love us againe?
M. Mery. Wel sayd yet.
C. Custance. Go to[,] you goose.
R. Royster. I say Kit Custance,
In case ye will not haze,[545] well, better yes perchaunce. F iv b
C. Custance. Avaunt lozell,[546] picke thee hence. 90
M. Mery. Well sir, ye perceive,
For all your kinde offer, she will not you receive.
R. Royster. Then a strawe for hir, and a strawe for hir againe,