Syr, I pray you, be not you master god?
Mery-reporte. No, in good fayth, sonne. But I may say to the
I am suche a man that god may not mysse me. D iii 1006
Wherfore with the god yf thou wouldest have ought done
Tell me thy mynde, and I shall shew yt sone.
Boy. Forsothe, syr, my mynde is thys, at few wordes,
All my pleasure is in catchynge of byrdes, 1010
And makynge of snow-ballys and throwyng the same;
For the whyche purpose to have set in frame,[206]
Wyth my godfather god I wolde fayne have spoken,