C. Count. Then truste I to God and the holy rode,
Here shalbe not great sheddynge of blode.
Cl. Col. By our lakyn, syr, not by my wyll.
Cr. Con. By the fayth that I owe to God, and I wyll syt styll.
C. Count. Well sayd: but, in fayth, what was your quarell?
Cl. Col. Mary, syr, this gentylman called me iauell.
Cr. Con. Nay, by Saynt Mary, it was ye called me knaue.
Cl. Col. Mary, so vngoodly langage you me gaue. 2240
C. Count. A, shall we haue more of this maters yet?
Me thynke ye are not gretly acomberyd with wyt.