That all is without measure, and fer beyonde the mone.
Magn. Then noblenesse, I se well, is almoste vndone,
But yf therof the soner amendys be made;
For dowtlesse I parceyue my magnyfycence
Without measure lyghtly may fade, 230
Of to moche lyberte vnder the offence:
Wherfore, Measure, take Lyberte with you hence,
And rule hym after the rule of your scole.
Lyb. What, syr, wolde ye make me a poppynge fole?
Meas. Why, were not your selfe agreed to the same,