 | [Ralph Roister Doister] |  |
Scæna. j.
Gawyn Goodlucke.Sym Suresby.
Sym Suresby my trustie man, nowe aduise thee well,
And see that no false surmises thou me tell,
Was there such adoe about Custance of a truth?
Sim Sure.
To reporte that I hearde and sawe, to me is ruth,
But both my duetie and name and propretie,
Warneth me to you to shewe fidelitie.
It may be well enough, and I wyshe it so to be,
She may hir selfe discharge and trie hir honestie,
Yet their clayme to hir me thought was very large,
For with letters rings and tokens, they dyd hir charge.
Which when I hearde and sawe I would none to you bring.
G. Goodl.
No by sainct Marie, I allowe thee in that thing.
Ah sirra, nowe I see truthe in the prouerbe olde,
All things that shineth is not by and by pure golde,
If any doe lyue a woman of honestie,
I would haue sworne Christian Custance had bene shee.
Sim Sure.
Sir, though I to you be a seruant true and iust.
Yet doe not ye therfore your faithfull spouse mystrust.
To be all well, be not ye for my wordes vnkinde.
G. Goodl.
I shall do that is right, and as I see cause why.
But here commeth Custance forth, we shal know by and by.
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