PAUPER.
Quha Devill, maid thee ane gentill man, that wald cut not thy lugs[447]?
DILIGENCE.
Quhat now! me-thinks the carle begins to crack[448].
Swyith, carle, away, or be this day I’se break thy back.
[Heir sall the Carle clim up and sit in the King’s tchyre.
Cum doun, or be God’s croun, fals loun, I sall slay thee.
PAUPER.
Now sweir be thy brunt[449] schinnis, the Devill ding[450] thame fra thee.
Quhat say ye till thir court dastards? be[451] thay get hail clais[452],