Actus iiij, Scæna iiij

[Christian Custance. Anot Alyface. Tibet T. M. Mumblecrust.]
C. CUSTANCE.
So sirra, if I should not with hym take this way,
I should not be ridde of him I thinke till doomes day,
I will call forth my folkes, that without any mockes
If he come agayne we may giue him rappes and knockes.
Mage Mumblecrust, come forth, and Tibet Talke apace.
Yea and come forth too, mistresse Annot Alyface.

ANNOT ALY.
I come.

TIBET.
And I am here.

M. MUMB.
And I am here too at length.

C. CUSTANCE.
Like warriers if nede bee, ye must shew your strength
The man that this day hath thus begiled you,
Is Ralph Roister Doister, whome ye know well mowe,
The moste loute and dastarde that euer on grounde trode.

TIB. TALK.
I see all folke mocke hym when he goth abrode.

C. CUSTANCE.
What pretie maide? will ye talke when I speake?

TIB. TALK.
No forsooth good mistresse.

C. CUSTANCE.
Will ye my tale breake?
He threatneth to come hither with all his force to fight,
I charge you if he come, on him with all your might.

M. MUMBL.
I with my distaffe will reache hym one rappe,

TIB. TALK.
And I with my newe broome will sweepe hym one swappe,
And then with our greate clubbe I will reache hym one rappe.

AN. ALIFACE.
And I with our skimmer will fling him one flappe.

TIB. TALK.
Then Trupenies firesorke will him shrewdly fray,
And you with the spitte may driue him quite away.

C. CUSTANCE.
Go make all ready, that it may be een so.

TIB. TALK.
For my parte I shrewe them that last about it go.
[Exeant.]