Loke, and there be ony ale in the pot.
Johan. Nowe a vengaunce and a very myschyefe
Lyght on the pylde[267] preest, and on my wyfe,
On the pot, the ale, and on the table, 290
The candyll, the pye, and all the rable,
On the trystels, and on the stole; A iv b
It is moche ado to please a curst fole.
Tyb. Go thy ways nowe, and tary no more,
For I am a hungred very sore. 295
Johan. Mary, I go.