Fast fancied to the keepers bonny lasse,
To crave some succour of the jolly frier:
And Lacie, Ear[l]e of Lincolne, hast thou left
To treat fair Margret to allow thy loves; 75
But friends are men, and love can baffle lords;
The earl both woes and courtes her for himselfe.
Warren. Ned, this is strange; the frier knoweth al.
Ermsbie. Appollo could not utter more than this.
Edward. I stand amazed to heare this jolly frier 80
Tell even the verie secrets of my thoughts.—