And therfore I knowe, she hatyth [my] presens. 365
Johan. Nay, in good feyth, savyng your reverens.
Syr J. I know very well, she hath me in hate.
Johan. Nay, I dare swere for her, master curate:
[Aside] But, was I not a very knave?
I thought surely, so god me save, 370
That he had lovyd my wyfe, for to deseyve me,
And now he quytyth hym-self; and here I se
He doth as much as he may, for his lyfe,
To styn[te][271] the debate betwene me and my wyfe.