Parson.
I meant not so. Thou tookest me wrong!
John.
A, sir! Ye sing another song!
I dare not reason with you long.
I see well, now, ye have a knack
To say a thing, and then go back.
Parson.
No, John! I was but a little overseen:
But thou meantest not good faith, I ween,
In all this talk that was us between.
John.
I! No, trow, it shall not so been
That John Bon shall an heretic be called,
Then might he lay him so foul befald.
Parson.
But, now, if thou wilt mark me well!
From beginning to ending, I will thee tell
Of the godly service that shall be to-morrow;
That, ere I have done, no doubt, thou wilt sorrow
To hear that such things should be foredone.
And yet, in many places, they have begun
To take away the old, and set up new.
Believe me, John! this tale is true.