Cl. Col. Hath Magnyfycence ony tresure?
Cr. Con. Ye, but he spendeth it all in mesure. 630
Cl. Col. Why, dwelleth Mesure where ye two dwell?
In faythe, he were better to dwell in hell.
Fan. Yet where we wonne, nowe there wonneth he.
Cl. Col. And haue you not amonge you Lyberte?
C. Count. Ye, but he is a captyuyte.
Cl. Col. What, the deuyll, howe may that be?
C. Count. I can not tell you: why aske you me?
Aske these two that there dothe dwell.