Fel. Syr, as I say, there was no faute in me.
Lyb. Ye, of Jackeathrommys bybyll can ye make a glose?
Fan. Sore sayde, I tell you, and well to the purpose:
What sholde a man do with you, loke you vnder kay.[830]
Fel. I say, it is foly to gyue all welth away.
Lyb. Whether sholde welth be rulyd by lyberte,
Or lyberte by welth? let se, tell me that.
Fel. Syr, as me semeth, ye sholde be rulyd by me. 1450
Magn. What nede you with hym thus prate and chat?
Fan. Shewe vs your mynde then, howe to do and what.