For it is tyme the pye were on the borde;
And go with a vengeance, & say thou art prayde. 425
Syr. J. A! good gossyp! is that well sayde?
Tyb. Welcome, myn owne swete harte,
We shall make some chere or we departe.
Johan. Cokkis soule, loke howe he approcheth nere
Unto my wyfe: this abateth my chere. 430
[Exit.]
Syr J. By God, I wolde ye had harde the tryfyls,
The toys, the mokkes, the fables, and the nyfyls,[277]