Tyb. What sayst?

Johan. Mary, he is my curate, I say,

My confessour and my frende alway,

Therfore go thou and seke hym by and by,

And tyll thou come agayne, I wyll kepe the pye. 215

Tyb. Shall I go for him? nay, I shrewe me than!

Go thou, and seke, as fast as thou can,

And tell hym it.

Johan. Shall I do so?

In fayth, it is not mete for me to go.