Johan. Nay! get thou out of my house, thou prestis hore.
Sir J. Thou lyest, horson kokold, evyn to thy face.
Johan. And thou lyest, pyld preest, with an evyll grace.
Tyb. And thou lyest.
Johan. And thou lyest, Syr.
Syr J. And thou lyest agayn.
Johan. By kokkis soule, horson preest, thou shalt be slayn; 660
Thou hast eate our pye, and gyve me nought,
By kokkes blod, it shal be full derely bought.
Tyb. At hym, Syr Johan, or els God gyve the sorow.