How they solde corne last market day with them,
Saying, 'Indeed, twas very deare with them.'
And, do ye heare, ye[1761] had not need be[1762] so,
For she[1763] will, Francis, throwly[1764] trie your wit:
Sirra, sheel bow the mettall of your wits, 20
And, if they cracke, she will not hold ye currant;
Nay, she will way your wits as men way[1765] angels,
And, if it[1766] lacke a graine, she will not change[1767] with ye.
I cannot speake it but in passion,
She is a wicked wench to make a jest; 25