Court. Ab. What, wenyst thou that I knowe thé not, Clokyd Colusyon?
Cl. Col. And wenyst thou that I knowe not thé, cankard Abusyon?
Court. Ab. Cankard Jacke Hare, loke thou be not rusty;
For thou shalt well knowe I am nother durty nor dusty.
Cl. Col. Dusty! nay, syr, ye be all of the lusty, 770
Howe be it of scape thryfte your clokes smelleth musty:
But whether art thou walkynge in faythe vnfaynyd?
Court. Ab. Mary, with Magnyfycence I wolde be retaynyd.
Cl. Col. By the masse, for the cowrte thou art a mete man:
Thy slyppers they swap it, yet thou fotys it lyke a swanne.