Fan. By the masse, I holde thé madde.
Fol. Mary, I knewe thé when thou waste a ladde.
Fan. Cockys bonys, herde ye euer syke another?
Fol. Ye, a fole the tone, and a fole the tother.
Fan. Nay, but wotest thou what I do say?
Fol. Why, sayst thou that I was here yesterday?
Fan. Cockys armys, this is a warke, I trowe.
Fol. What, callyst thou me a donnyshe crowe?
Fan. Nowe, in good faythe, thou art a fonde gest.
Fol. Ye, bere me this strawe to a dawys nest. 1110