But fyrste tell me what be ye in dede.
Gentylman. Forsoth, good frende, I am a gentylman.
Mery-reporte. A goodly occupacyon, by seynt Anne!
On my fayth, your maship[130] hath a mery life. 235
But who maketh all these hornes, your self or your wife?
Nay, even in earnest, I aske you this questyon.
Gentylman. Now, by my trouth, thou art a mery one.
Mery-reporte. In fayth, of us both I thynke never one sad,
For I am not so mery but ye seme as mad! 240
But stande ye styll and take a lyttell payne,