And at the third question I must not shrinke,
But tell him there truly what he does thinke.’
16.
‘Now cheare up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet,
That a fool he may learn a wise man witt?
Lend me horse, and serving-men, and your apparel.
And I’ll ride to London to answere your quarrel.
17.
‘Nay frowne not, if it hath been told unto mee,
I am like your lordship as ever may bee: