The devyll hym-selfe, wythout more leasure,
Could not have gone halfe thus myche, I am sure!
But, now I have warned[129] them, let them even chose;
For, in fayth, I care not who wynne or lose. 215
Here the gentylman before he cometh in bloweth his horne.
Mery-reporte. Now, by my trouth, this was a goodly hearyng.
I went yt had ben the gentylwomans blowynge!
But yt is not so, as I now suppose,
For womens hornes sounde more in a mannys nose. 220
Gentylman. Stande ye mery, my frendes, everychone. B i