I will, (quoth he) goe take it, there it is:
But on condition, Jacke, which shall be this,
If thou doe meete with any while thou live,
More foole than thou, the Staffe thou shalt him give.
Maister, (sayd he) upon my life I will;
But I doe hope that I shall keepe it still.
When Death drew neere, and faintness did proceed,
His Maister called for a Devine with speed,
For to prepare him unto Heaven's way.
The Foole starts up, and hastily did say,