Why, JOHN! knowest not that? I tell thee, it was a man. It is CHRIST His own self, and to-morrow is His day. We bear Him in procession, and thereby know it ye may. #John.# I know! mast[er] Parson! and nay, by my fay! But methink it is a mad thing that ye say, That it should be a man. How can it come to pass? Because ye may Him bear within so small a glass. #Parson.# Why, neighbour JOHN, and art thou now there? Now I may perceive ye love this new gear. #John.# God's forbod! master! I should be of that faction. I question why, your masship, in way of cumlication. A plain man, ye may see, will speak as cometh to mind: Ye must hold us excused, for ploughmen be but blind. I am an eld fellow, of fifter winter and more, And yet, in all my life, I knew not this before. #Parson.# No did! Why sayest thou so? Upon thyself, thou lyest! Thou hast ever known the sacrament to be the body of CHRIST! #John.# Yea, sir, ye say true! All that, I know indeed; And yet, as I remember, it is not in my _Creed_: But as for Cropsy Cursty to be a man or no, I knew not till this day, by the way my soul shall to! #Parson.# Why, foolish fellow! I tell thee it is so! For it was so determined by the Church long ago; It is both the sacrament and very CHRIST himself. #John.# No spleaser, mast[er] Parson! Then make ye CHRIST an elf; And the maddest made man, that ever body saw! #Parson.# What! peace, mad man! Thou speakest like a daw! It is not possible his manhood for to see. #John.# Why, sir; ye tell me it is even very He: And if it be not His manhood, His godhead it must be. #Parson.# I tell thee, none of both! What meanest thou? Art thou mad? #John.# No, neither made nor drunk; but to learn I am glad: But to displease your masship, I would be very loath, Ye grant me here plainly, that it is none of both, Then it is but a cake: but I pray ye, be not wroth! #Parson.# Wroth, quoth ha! By the mass! (thou makest me swear an oath), I had leaver with a Doctor of Divinity to reason, Than with a stubble cur, that eateth beans and peason. #John.# I cry ye mercy, mast[er] Parson! Patience for a season! In all this cumlication is neither felony nor treason. #Parson.# No, by the mass! But hearest thou! It is plain heresy. #John.#