Lyb. Trewe you say, syr; gyue me your hande.
Fel. And from whens come ye, and it myght be askyd?
Lyb. To tell you, syr, I dare not, leest I sholde be maskyd 30
In a payre of fetters or a payre of stockys.
Fel. Here you not howe this gentylman mockys?
Lyb. Ye, to knackynge ernyst what and it preue?
Fel. Why, to say what he wyll, Lyberte hath leue.
Lyb. Yet Lyberte hath ben lockyd vp and kept in the mew.
Fel. In dede, syr, that lyberte was not worthe a cue:
Howe be it lyberte may somtyme be to large,