Maks England talke of merry Frisingfield!
Serlsby. I cannot tricke it up with poesies,
Nor paint my passions with comparisons,
Nor tell a tale[1466] of Phebus and his loves: 40
But this beleve me,—Laxfield here is mine,
Of auncient rent seven hundred pounds a yeare,
And if thou canst but love a countrie squire,
I will infeoffe thee, Marg[a]ret, in all:
I cannot flatter; trie me, if thou please. 45
Mar. Brave neighbouring squires, the stay of Suffolks clime,