Than thou can in yerys seuen.
Fan. In faythe, trouth thou sayst nowe, by God of heuen!
For so with fantasyes my wyt dothe flete,
That wysdome and I shall seldome mete.
Nowe, of good felowshyp, let me by thy dogge.[812]
Fol. Cockys harte, thou lyest, I am no hogge.[813]
Fan. Here is no man that callyd thé hogge nor swyne.
Fol. In faythe, man, my brayne is as good as thyne.
Fan. The deuyls torde for thy brayne!
Fol. By my syers soule, I fele no rayne. 1100