Enter Greedy-gut running, and catch a fall.
Gre. Chill run, I, as fast as I can,
Zurs, did none of you zee a man?
Cham zent in haste from my Master Lust,
So that Inclination needs come to him must.
Inc. Where is he now? I pray thee, tell me.
Gre. Why, what have we here? Jesus, benedicite!
I hold twenty pound it is Balaam's ass!
Nay 'tis a colt, I see his tail, by the mass!
Inc. Am I a colt? nay, thou liest like a knave,