Jupyter. What so ever his mynde be, let hym appere.
Mery-reporte. Now, good mayster Horner, I pray you come nere.
Gentylman. I am no horner, knave! I wyll thou know yt.
Mery-reporte. I thought ye had [been], for when ye dyd blow yt,
Harde I never horeson make horne so goo. 255
As lefe ye kyste myne ars as blow my hole soo!
Come on your way, before the God Jupyter,
And there for your selfe ye shall be sewter.
Gentylman. Most myghty prynce and god of every nacyon,
Pleaseth your hyghnes to vouchsave the herynge 260