Clown. Then I shall take my turn.
Dor. Francis.
Fran. Madam.
Dor. Have you changed the ditty you last set?
Fran. I have, madam.
Dor. The conceit may stand; but I hope you have clothed the method in a more Christian-like apparel.
Fran. I have, lady.
Dor. Pray, let me hear it now.
Fran. She that in these days looks for truth,
Seldom or never finds in sooth.
Dor. That's wondrous well.