Fan. Ye, for he hathe a full dry soule.
Cr. Con. Cockes armes, thou shalte kepe the brewhouse boule.
Fol. But may I drynke therof whylest that I stare?
Cr. Con. When mesure is gone, what nedest thou spare? 1340
Whan mesure is gone, we may slee care.
Fol. Nowe then goo we hens, away the mare![827]
Crafty Conueyaunce alone in the place.
Cr. Con. It is wonder to se the worlde aboute,
To se what foly is vsed in euery place;
Foly hath a rome, I say, in euery route,