[CACONOS.] In[40] gude feth, sir, this newis de gar me lope, Ay is as light as ay me wend, gif that yo wol me troth, Far new agen within awer loud installed is the Pope, Whese legat with authority tharawawt awr country goth, And charge befare him far te com us priests end lemen hath, Far te spay awt, gif that he mea, these new-sprang arataics, Whilk de disturb aur hally Kirk, laik a sart of saysmatics. Awr gilden Gods ar brought ayen intea awr kirks ilkwhare, That unte tham awr parishioner ma offer thar gude-will. For hally mass in ilk place new thea autars de prepare, Hally water, pax, cross, banner, censer and candill, Cream, crismatory, hally bread, the rest omit ay will, Whilt hally fathers did invent fre awd antiquity, Be new received inte awr kirks with great solemnity. Bay these thaugh lemen been apprest, the clargy all het gean, Far te awr sents theis affer yifts all whilk we sall receive: Awr hally mass, thaw thea bay dere, thea de it but in vain, Far thaw ther frends frea Purgatory te help thea dea believe, Yet af ther hope, gif need rewhayre,[41] it wawd theam all deceive. Sea wawd awr pilgrimage, reliques, trentals, and pardons, Whilk far awr geyn inte awr Kirk ar braught in far the nonce. Far well a nere what war awr tenths and taythes that gro in fild, What gif we han of glebed loud ene plawwark bay the year, Awr affring deas de vara laytell ar nething te us yield: Awr beadroll geanes, awr chrisom clethes de laytle mend awr fare Gif awt af this we pea far vale, we laytle mare can spare. Sawl-masses, diriges, monethmayndes and buryings, Alsowlnday, kirkings, banasking and weddings. The sacraments, gif we mowt sell, war better than thea all; Far gif the Jews gave thratty pence te hang Chraist on a tree, Gude Christian folk thrayse thratty pence wawd count a price but small; Sea that te eat him with their teeth delaivered he mawght be. New of this thing delaiverance ne man can make but we, Se that the market in this punt we priests sawd han at will, And with the money we sowd yet awr pooches we sowd fill. HYPOCRISY. I will go and salute him: good morrow, Sir John.[42] CACON. Naw, bay may priest-hade, God give ye ten far ene. HYPOCRISY. Do you, Master Parson, in this parish sing? CACON. Yai, sir, that ay de, gif yowl give me trothing. TYRANNY. I have a commission your house and church to seek, To search if you any seditious books do keep. CACON. Whe ay? well a near, ay swear bay the Sacrament, Ay had rather han a cup af nale than a Testament. HYPOCRISY. How can you without it your office discharge? CACON. It is the least thing ay car far, bay may charge; Far se lang as thea han images wharon te luke, What need thea be distructed awt af a buik? HYPOCRISY. Tush! that will modify them all well enou': As well a dead image as a dumb idol, I make God avow.