Adul. Insolence?
People. Yea, this same is he, Zoriless!
People. Well, he'll roil all the roast alone, cha hard it zaid;
Or else, make the best of them aghast and afraid.
And zuch good men as could, and would, order you well,
He is so copped, he will not suffer to mell.
If they will not be rold, then hence, out of favour;
[Yea, and per]haps corrupt om zore vor their labour!
Yet he, and th' other twain work all after the vice
Of cha-forget-tone-name, t'other is Covetise.
This hungry whorecop hath such a policate wit,
That he teacheth them to rake and scrape up each whit.
And zo these vowre—but it shall never come out for me—
Volk think will never cease to spoil both you and me.
Vor, sometime they face us, and call us peason knaves;
And zwareth: God's bones! they will make us all slaves.
Therevore, chwas besirance your ladydom to zee,
And to give you warning.
Resp. Hear ye this, Honesty?
People. Well, and God amend all, and a be zo good a clerk—
Resp. Hear ye this, Honesty?
People. —though tinkers should lack work.
Resp. I am put in comfort all shall shortly amend—