Fan. What, fleyest thou his skynne euery yere?
Fol. Yes, in faythe, I thanke God I may here.
Fan. What, thou wylte coughe me a dawe for forty pens?
Fol. Mary, syr, Cokermowthe is a good way hens.
Fan. What? of Cokermowth spake I no worde.
Fol. By my faythe, syr, the frubyssher hath my sworde.
Fan. A, I trowe, ye shall coughe me a fole.
Fol. In faythe, trouthe ye say, we wente togyder to scole.
Fan. Ye, but I can somwhat more of the letter.
Fol. I wyll not gyue an halfepeny for to chose the better. 1080