 | [Ralph Roister Doister] |  |
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M. Merygreeke. C. Custance. R. Roister. Tib. T. An. Alyface. M. Mumblecrust. Trupenie. Dobinet Doughtie. Harpax. Two drummes with their Ensignes.C. Custāce.
What caitifes are those that so shake my house wall?
M. Mery.
Ah sirrha now Custance if ye had so muche wit
I would see you aske pardon, and your selues submit.
C. Custāce.
Haue I still this adoe with a couple of fooles?
M. Mery.
Here ye what she saith?
C. C.
Maidēs come forth wt your tooles
R. Royster.
In a ray.
M. M.
Dubba dub sirrha.
R. R.
In a ray,
They come sodainly on vs.
M. M.
Dubbadub.
R. R.
In a ray.
That euer I was borne, we are taken tardie.
M. Mery.
Now sirs, quite our selues like tall men and hardie.
C. Custāce.
On afore Trupenie, holde thyne owne Annot,
On towarde them Tibet, for scape vs they can not.
Come forth Madge Mumblecrust, so stande fast togither.
M. Mery.
God sende vs a faire day.
R. R.
See they marche on hither.
Tib. Talk.
But mistresse.
C. C.
What sayst yu?
Tib.
Shal I go fet our goose?
C. Custāce.
What to do?
Tib.
To yonder Captain I will turne hir loose
And she gape and hisse at him, as she doth at me,
I durst ieoparde my hande she wyll make him flee.
C. Custāce.
On forward.
R. R.
They com.
M. M.
Stād.
R. R.
Hold.
M. M.
Kepe
R. R.
There.
M. M.
Strike.
R. R.
Take heede.
C. Custāce.
Wel sayd Trupeny.
Trup.
Ah whooresons.
C. C.
wel don in deede
Holde thine owne Harpax, downe with them Dobinet.
C. Custāce.
Now Madge, there Annot: now sticke them Tibet.
Tib. Talk.
All my chiefe quarell is to this same little knaue,
That begyled me last day, nothyng shall him saue.
D. Dough.
Downe with this litle queane, that hath at me such spite,
Saue you from hir maister, it is a very sprite.
C. Custāce.
I my selfe will mounsire graunde captaine vndertake,
R. Royster.
They win grounde.
M. M.
Saue your selfe sir, for gods sake.
R. Royster.
Out, alas, I am slaine, helpe.
M. M.
Saue your self.
R. R.
Alas.
M. Mery.
Nay then, haue at you mistresse.
R. R.
Thou hittest me, alas.
M. Mery.
I wil strike at Custāce here.
R. R.
Thou hittest me.
M. M.
so I wil
M. Mery.
Nay mistresse Custance.
R. R.
Alas, thou hittest me still.
R. Royster.
Hold.
M. M.
Saue your self sir.
R. R.
Help, out alas I am slain
M. Mery.
Truce, hold your hands, truce for a pissing while or twaine:
Now how say you Custance, for sauing of your life,
Will ye yelde and graunt to be this gentmans wife?
C. Custāce.
Ye tolde me he loued me, call ye this loue?
M. Mery.
He loued a while euen like a turtle doue.
C. Custāce.
Gay loue God saue it, so soone hotte, so soone colde.
M. Mery.
I am sory for you: he could loue you yet so he coulde.
R. Royster.
Nay by cocks precious she shall be none of mine.
M. Mery.
Why so?
R. R.
Come away, by the matte she is mankine.
I durst aduenture the losse of my right hande,
If she dyd not slee hir other husbande:
And see if she prepare not againe to fight.
M. Mery.
What then? sainct George to borow, our Ladies knight.
R. Royster.
Slee else whom she will, by gog she shall not slee mee.
M. Mery.
How then?
R. R.
Rather than to be slaine, I will flee.
C. Custāce.
Too it againe, my knightesses, downe with them all.
R. Royster.
Away, away, away, she will else kyll vs all.
M. Mery.
Nay sticke to it, like an hardie man and a tall.
R. Royster.
Oh bones, thou hittest me. Away, or else die we shall.
M. Mery.
Away for the pashe of our sweete Lord Iesus Christ.
C. Custāce.
Away loute and lubber, or I shall be thy priest.
Exeant om.
Tib. Talk.
Thankes to God mistresse, ye haue had a faire day.
C. Custāce.
Well nowe goe ye in, and make your selfe some good cheere.
Oēs pariter.
We goe.
T. Trust.
Ah sir, what a field we haue had heere.
C. Custāce.
Friend Tristram, I pray you be a witnesse with me.
T. Trusty.
Dame Custance, I shall depose for your honestie,
And nowe fare ye well, except some thing else ye wolde.
C. Custāce.
Not now, but when I nede to sende I will be bolde.
Exeat.
I thanke you for thess paines. And now I wyll get me in,
Now Roister Doister will no more wowyng begin.
Ex.
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