R. Royster. Yea sayst thou me that dame? dost thou me threaten?
Goe we, I still see whether I shall be beaten. Gi
M. Mery. Nay for the paishe[551] of God, let me now treate peace,
For bloudshed will there be in case this strife increace. 125
Ah good dame Custance, take better way with you.
C. Custance. Let him do his worst.
M. Mery. [Roister advances upon Cust., attempts to strike]. Yeld in time. [to Cust.]
R. Royster [is beaten back by Cust.; retiring to Mery.:]. Come hence thou.
Exeant Roister et Mery.