Here Crafty Conu[ey]aunce putteth of his gowne.
Fol. Put on thy gowne agayne, for nowe thou hast lost.[821]
Fan. Lo, Johnn a Bonam, where is thy brayne? 1220
Nowe put on, fole, thy cote agayne.
Fol. Gyue me my grote, for thou hast lost.
Here Foly maketh semblaunt to take money of Crafty Conueyaunce, saynge to hym,
Shyt thy purse, dawe, and do no cost.
Fan. Nowe hast thou not a prowde mocke and a starke?
Cr. Con. With, yes, by the rode of Wodstocke Parke.
Fan. Nay, I tell thé, he maketh no dowtes