R. Royster. Yes, except she will say yea to that she sayd no.
C. Custance. And what, be there no officers trow we, in towne
To checke idle loytrers,[548] braggyng up and downe? 105
Where be they, by whome vacabunds shoulde be represt?
That poore sillie[549] Widowes might live in peace and rest.
Shall I never ridde thee out of my companie?
I will call for helpe, what hough, come forth Trupenie.
Trupenie [entering]. Anon. What is your will mistresse? dyd ye call me? 110
C. Custance. Yea, go runne apace, and as fast as may be,
Pray Tristram Trusty, my moste assured frende,