Cr. Con. Goddys fote, I warant you, I am a gentylman borne,
And thus to be facyd I thynke it great skorne.
C. Count. I can not well tell of your dysposycyons;
And ye be a gentylman, ye haue knauys condycyons.
Cl. Col. By God, I tell you, I wyll not be out facyd.
Cr. Con. By the masse, I warant thé, I wyll not be bracyd.
C. Count. Tushe, tushe, it is a great defaute:
The one of you is to proude, the other is to haute. 2250
Tell me brefly where vpon ye began.
Cl. Col. Mary, syr, he sayd that he was the pratyer man