Johan. Mary, I chafe the wax,
And I chafe it so hard that my fingers krakks.
But take up this py that I here torne;
And it stand long, y-wys it wyll borne. 470
Tyb. Ye, but thou must chafe the wax, I say.
Johan. Byd hym syt down, I the pray—
Syt down, good Syr Johan, I you requyre.
Tyb. Go, I say, and chafe the wax by the fyre,
Whyle that we sup, Syr Jhan and I. 475
Johan. And how now, what wyll ye do with the py?