She shall not be my wife, woulde she never so faine,
No and though she would be at ten thousand pounde cost.
M. Mery. Lo dame, ye may see what an husbande ye have lost. 95
C. Custance. Yea, no force, a jewell muche better lost than founde.
M. Mery. Ah, ye will not beleve how this doth my heart wounde.
How shoulde a mariage betwene you be towarde,
If both parties drawe backe, and become so frowarde.
R. Royster [threatening, advancing upon Cust.]. Nay dame, I will fire thee out of thy house,[547] 100
And destroy thee and all thine, and that by and by.
M. Mery. Nay for the passion of God sir, do not so.