Of craft, coloured with simplicity;
And such end, perdie, does all them remain,
That of such falsers' friendship be fain.
PAL. Truly, Piers, thou art beside thy wit,
Furthest fro the mark, weening it to hit.
Now, I pray thee, let me thy tale borrow
For our Sir John,[9] to say to-morrow
At the kirk when it is holiday;
For well he means, but little can say.
But, and if foxes be so crafty as so,