But I beshrewe both your hartes therfore.
Tyb. Yet peradventure, thou hast suspection
Of that was never thought nor done.
Johan. Tusshe, wife, let all suche matters be, 195
I love thee well, though thou love not me:
But this pye doth nowe catche harme,
Let us set it upon the harth to warme.
Tyb. Than let us eate it as fast as we can.
But bycause Syr Jhān is so honest a man, 200
I wolde that he shulde therof eate his part.