Andr. Sir.
Ateu. Where be my writings I put in my pocket last night.
Andr. Which sir, your annoations vpon Matchauell?
Ateu. No sir, the letters pattents for east spring.
An. Why sir you talk wonders to me, if you ask that questiõ.
Ateu. Yea sir, and wil work wonders too, which you vnlesse
you finde them out, villaine search me them out and bring thẽ
me, or thou art but dead.
Andr. A terrible word in the latter end of a sessions. Master
were you in your right wits yesternight? 1310
Ateu. Doest thou doubt it?
Andr. I and why not sir, for the greatest Clarkes are not the
wisest, and a foole may dance in a hood, as wel as a wise man in
a bare frock: besides such as giue themselues to Plulantia, as you
do maister, are so cholericke of complection, that that which
they burne in fire ouer night, they seeke for with furie the
next morning. Ah I take care of your worship, this common-weale
should haue a great losse of so good a member as you
are.
Ateu. Thou flatterest me. 1320