With Magnyfycence thou shalte wonne.
Fol. God haue mercy, good godfather.
Cr. Con. Yet I wolde that ye had gone rather;
For, as sone as you come in Magnyfycence syght, 1330
All mesure and good rule is gone quyte.
Fan. And shall we haue lyberte to do what we wyll?
Cr. Con. Ryot at lyberte russheth it out styll.
Fol. Ye, but tell me one thynge.
Cr. Con. What is that?
Fol. Who is mayster of the masshe fat?