Cl. Col. Why, is there any store of rawe motton?
C. Count. Ye, in faythe, or ellys thou arte to great a glotton.
Cr. Con. But they say it is a queysy mete;
It wyll stryke a man myscheuously in a hete.
Cl. Col. In fay, man, some rybbys of the motton be so ranke,
That they wyll fyre one vngracyously in the flanke.
C. Count. Ye, and when ye come out of the shoppe,
Ye shall be clappyd with a coloppe, 2300
That wyll make you to halt and to hoppe.
Cr. Con. Som be wrestyd there that they thynke on it froty dayes,