In styckynge my selfe with this fayre knyfe. 2350
Here Magnyfycence wolde slee hymselfe with a knyfe.
Mys.[865] Alarum, alarum! to longe we abyde!
Dys. Out, harowe, hyll burneth! where shall I me hyde?
Hic intrat Goodhope, fugientibus Dyspayre et Myschefe: repente Goodhope surripiat illi gladium,[866] et dicat.
Good. Alas, dere sone, sore combred is thy mynde,
Thyselfe that thou wolde sloo agaynst nature and kynde!
Magn. A, blessyd may ye be, syr! what shall I you call?
Good. Goodhope, syr, my name is; remedy pryncypall
Agaynst all sautes[867] of your goostly foo: