Tyb. But come ones agayne yet;
Brynge hyther that breade, lest I forget it.
Johan. I-wys it were tyme for to torne
The pye, for y-wys it doth borne.
Tyb. Lorde! how my husbande nowe doth patter, 300
And of the pye styl doth clatter.
Go nowe, and byd hym come away;
I have byd the an hundred tymes to day.
Johan. I wyll not gyve a strawe, I tell you playne,
If that the pye waxe cold agayne. 305