That the horson had for etynge of a trype.
Fan. Where the deuyll gate he all these hurtes?
Fol. By God, for snatchynge of puddynges and wortes.
Fan. What, then he is some good poore mannes curre?
Fol. Ye, but he wyll in at euery mannes dore.
Fan. Nowe thou hast done me a pleasure grete.
Fol. In faythe, I wolde thou had a marmosete.
Fan. Cockes harte, I loue suche iapes.
Fol. Ye, for all thy mynde is on owles and apes.
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