I wolde tell you, and yf I myght for wepynge.
Fol. What, is all your myrthe nowe tourned to sorowe?
Fare well tyll sone, adue tyll to morowe.
Here goth Foly away.
Magn. I pray thé, Largesse, let be thy sobbynge.
Fan. Alasse, syr, ye are vndone with stelyng and robbynge!
Ye sent vs a superuysour for to take hede:
Take hede of your selfe, for nowe ye haue nede. 1880
Magn. What, hath Sadnesse begyled me so?
Fan. Nay, madnesse hath begyled you and many mo;