Thy tong vntawte, with poyson infecte,
Withowte thou leue thou shalt be chekt,[566]
And takyn vp in such a frame, 110
That all the warlde wyll spye your shame.
Auaunt, auaunt, thow slogysh ...
And sey poetis no dys....
It ys for no bawdy knaue
The dignite lawreat for to haue.
Thow callyst me scallyd, thou callyst[567] me mad:
Thow thou be pyllyd, thow ar nat sade.