That I made thy husbande to beleve and thynke!
Thou myghtest as well into the erthe synke,
As thou coudest forbeare laughyng any whyle. 435
Tyb. I pray the let me here part of that wyle.
Syr J. Mary, I shall tell the as fast as I can.
But peas, no more—yonder cometh thy good man.
[Re-enter Johan.]
Johan. Cokkis soule, what have we here?
As far as I sawe, he drewe very nere 440
Unto my wyfe.