Fan. Tusshe, thy lyppes hange in thyne eye:[811]
It is a Frenche butterflye.
Fol. By my trouthe, I trowe well;
But she is lesse a grete dele
Than a butterflye of our lande.
Fan. What pylde curre ledest thou in thy hande?
Fol. A pylde curre!
Fan. Ye so, I tell thé, a pylde curre.
Fol. Yet I solde his skynne to Mackemurre,
In the stede of a budge furre. 1070