And called you kuckolde by your name.

THE POTTER.

Thou mayst be a gentylman, so god me save,

But thou semest a noughty knave.

Thou callest me cuckolde by my name,

And I swere by god and saynt John

Wyfe had I never none.

This cannot I denye,

But if thou be a good felowe,

I wil sel mi horse, mi harneis, pottes and paniers to,