Bod. Lust. Sir! ye know well that ye and I
Be never much asunder
Albeit I be from you among.
Man. And now meseemeth thou hast tarried too long,
Which is to me great wonder.
Bod. Lust. Wonder? yea, parde! for an hour or twain;
Forth for a passing while and come again—
Here is a sore matter:
When was I so long absent as now?
And yet I was for to seek you
At the other side of the water;
The place that ye wot of, parde!
Understand ye what I mean?
Man. Yea, yea!
Bod. Lust. Tell me in mine ear!
Man. Quid est Latinum propter le stewys?
Bod. Lust. What! Latin? now this of the news;
I heard never this ere:
I trow ye begin to wax shamefaced!
Man. Nay, nay, hardely! that gear is past,
Many days agone.
I am as wanton as ever I was.
Bod. Lust. It were alms to hang you else—by the mass!—
By the hard neck bone.
But will ye now go with me to a place
And I shall show you the smorterst place
That ever ye saw with eyes?
Man. What thing is it? young or old?
Bod. Lust. Whatever it be, it is able to be sold:
It shall like you on the best wise.