If you had with you largesse.
Magn. And say they so in very dede?
Fan. With ye, syr, so God me spede.
Magn. Yet mesure is a mery mene.
Fan. Ye, syr, a blannched almonde is no bene.
Measure is mete for a marchauntes hall,
But largesse becometh a state ryall.
What, sholde you pynche at a peeke of otes,
Ye wolde sone pynche at a pecke of grotes. 390
Thus is the talkynge of one and of oder,