Fan. By God, man, bothe his pagent and thyne he can play. 510
C. Count. Say trouth?
Cr. Con. Yes, yes, by lakyn, I shall thé warent,
As longe as I lyue, thou haste an heyre parent.
Fan. Yet haue we pyckyd out a rome for thé.
C. Count. Why, shall we dwell togyder all thre?
Cr. Con. Why, man, it were to great a wonder,
That we thre galauntes sholde be longe asonder.
C. Count. For Cockys harte, gyue me thy hande.
Fan. By the masse, for ye are able to dystroy an hole lande.