And I am Johan Johan, whiche must stande by the fyre
Chafyng the wax, and dare none other wyse do. 605
Syr J. And shall we alway syt here styll, we two?
That were to mych.
Tyb. Then ryse we out of this place.
Syr J. And kys me than in the stede of grace;
And farewell leman and my love so dere.
Johan. Cokkis body, this waxe it waxte colde agayn here;— 610
But what! shall I anone go to bed,
And eate nothyng, nother meate nor brede?