C. Count. But then, syr, what shall I hyght?
Cr. Con. Ye and I talkyd therof to nyght. 680
Fan. Ye, my Fansy was out of owle flyght,
For it is out of my mynde quyght.
Cr. Con. And nowe it cometh to my remembraunce:
Syr, ye shall hyght Good Demeynaunce.
C. Count. By the armes of Calys, well conceyued!
Cr. Con. When we haue hym thyder conuayed,
What and I frame suche a slyght,
That Fansy with his fonde consayte