Believe me, Simplicity, that will work us the mischief.
Hath that same new Jack got him such a mate?
Now with all my heart a pestilence on his pate!
I would they were both hanged fairly together,
Or else were at the devil, I care not much whether.
For since these Genevan doctors came so fast into this land,
Since that time it was never merry with England.
First came New Custom, and he gave the onsay.[24]
And sithens things have gone worse every day.
But, Simplicity, dost thou know what is mine intent?