Put Magnyfycence in suche a madnesse,
That he shall haue you in the stede of sadnesse, 690
And Sober Sadnesse shalbe your name?
Cl. Col. By Cockys body, here begynneth the game!
For then shall we so craftely cary,
That Mesure shall not there longe tary.
Fan. For Cockys harte, tary whylyst that I come agayne.
Cr. Con. We wyll se you shortly one of vs twayne.
C. Count. Now let vs go, and we shall, then.
Cl. Col. Nowe let se quyte you lyke praty men.[800]