Yet can I not yonder craftie boy see nor meete.
C. Custance. No?
Trupeny. Yet I looked as farre beyonde the people.
As one may see out of the toppe of Paules steeple. 40
C. Custance. Hence in at doores, and let me no more be vext.
Trupeny. Forgeve me this one fault, and lay on for the next.
C. Custance. Now will I in too, for I thinke so God me mende,
This will prove some foolishe matter in the ende.
Exeat.