Iris. Why so?
Eug. A fellow of mine was take[n] with a cuculorum
For a couple horses he stole in an evening.
Iris. What would ye have me do in that case?
Eug. Sursum corda for him to sing,
Ye should have [? known] well why.
Iris. I cannot sing.
Eug. No, sir, ye should but make a spring A3,r.
Under a perch looking up toward the sky.
Iris. Without God be thy friend, that same death thou shalt die.
Eug. Marry, I beshrew his heart that so can prophesy!
Iris. What is thy name?
Eug. A, read!