And out of trace,
Ay warre and warre
In euery place.
But what the deuyll art thou,
That cryest, Stow, stow?
Fan. What, whom haue we here, Jenkyn Joly?
Nowe welcom, by the God holy.
Court. Ab. What, Fansy, my frende! howe doste thou fare?
Fan. By Cryst, as mery as a Marche hare. 930
Court. Ab. What the deuyll hast thou on thy fyste? an owle?