Johan. Why, howe shall I do it?
Tyb. Take a lytle wax.
Johan. Howe shal I come to it? 450
Syr J. Mary, here be ii wax candyls, I say,
Whiche my gossyp Margery gave me yesterday.
Tyb. Tusshe, let hym alone, for, by the rode,
It is pyte to helpe hym, or do hym good.
Syr J. What! Jhan Jhan, canst thou make no shyfte? 455
Take this waxe, and stop therwith the clyfte.
Johan. This waxe is as harde as any wyre.