People. Now, by the compass that God compassed!
Resp. Blame have they of God and man, that this compassed!
People. A small compass more, now, may zoon compass, by th' rood!
To make fowerty thousand volks hair grow through their hood!
Avar. That is their own fault; not the fault of Policy.
Resp. God above, He knoweth whose fault it is, and not I.
People. But did not ich, daily, give you warning?
Resp. Doubtless!
People. And did not ich plain me to you?
People. And when ich made my mone, what would [ye] me tell?