Cl. Col. Syr, the playnesse you tell me.[797]
Cr. Con. There dwelleth a mayster men calleth Mesure— 640
Fan. Ye, and he hath rule of all his tresure.
Cr. Con. Nay, eyther let me tell, or elles tell ye.
Fan. I care not I, tell on for me.
C. Count. I pray God let you neuer to thee!
Cl. Col. What the deuyll ayleth you? can you not agree?
Cr. Con. I wyll passe ouer the cyrcumstaunce,
And shortly shewe you the hole substaunce.
Fansy and I, we twayne,