C. Count. What, Crafty Conueyaunce! 500
Fan. What, the deuyll, are ye two of aquayntaunce?
God gyue you a very myschaunce!
Cr. Con. Yes, yes, syr, he and I haue met.
C. Count. We haue bene togyder bothe erly and late:
But, Fansy my frende, where haue ye bene so longe?
Fan. By God, I haue bene about a praty pronge;
Crafty Conueyaunce, I sholde say, and I.
Cr. Con. By God, we haue made Magnyfycence to ete a flye.
C. Count. Howe coulde ye do that, and [I] was away?