_Fan._ Mary, as for that, thou shalte sone here myne: _Est snavi[817] snago_ with a shrewde face _vilis imago_. _Fol._ Grimbaldus gredy, snatche a puddyng tyl the rost be redy. 1170 _Fan._ By the harte of God, well done! _Fol._ Ye, so redely and so sone! _Here cometh in CRAFTY CONUEYAUNCE._ _Cr. Con._ What, Fansy! Let me se who is the tother. _Fan._ By God, syr, Foly, myne owne sworne brother. _Cr. Con._ Cockys bonys, it is a farle freke: Can he play well at the hoddypeke? _Fan._ Tell by thy trouth what sport can thou make. _Fol._ A, holde thy peas; I haue the tothe ake. _Cr. Con._ The tothe ake! lo, a torde ye haue. _Fol._ Ye, thou haste the four quarters of a knaue. 1180 _Cr. Con._ Wotyst thou, I say, to whom thou spekys? _Fan._ Nay, by Cockys harte, he ne reckys, For he wyll speke to Magnyfycence thus. _Cr. Con._ Cockys armys, a mete man for vs. _Fol._ What, wolde ye haue mo folys, and are so many? _Fan._ Nay, offer hym a counter in stede of a peny. _Cr. Con._ Why, thynkys thou he can no better skyll? _Fol._ In fayth, I can make you bothe folys, and I wyll. _Cr. Con._ What haste thou on thy fyst? a kesteryll?[818] _Fol._ Nay, I wys, fole, it is a doteryll. 1190 _Cr. Con._ In a cote thou can play well the dyser. _Fol._ Ye, but thou can play the fole without a vyser. _Fan._ Howe rode he by you? howe put he to you?[819] _Cr. Con._ Mary, as thou sayst, he gaue me a blurre. But where gatte thou that mangey curre? _Fan._ Mary, it was his, and nowe it is myne. _Cr. Con._ And was it his, and nowe it is thyne? Thou must haue thy fansy and thy wyll, But yet thou shalt holde me a fole styll. _Fol._ Why, wenyst thou that I cannot make thé play the fon? 1200 _Fan._ Yes, by my faythe, good Syr Johnn. _Cr. Con._ For you bothe it were inough. _Fol._ Why, wenyst thou that I were as moche a fole as thou? _Fan._ Nay, nay, thou shalte fynde hym another maner of man. _Fol._ In faythe, I can do mastryes, so I can. _Cr. Con._ What canest thou do but play cocke wat? _Fan._ Yes,[820] yes, he wyll make thé ete a gnat. _Fol._ Yes, yes, by my trouth, I holde thé a grote, That I shall laughe thé out of thy cote. _Cr. Con._ Than wyll I say that thou haste no pere. 1210 _Fan._ Nowe, by the rode, and he wyll go nere. _Fol._ Hem, Fansy! _regardes, voyes_. _Here FOLY maketh semblaunt to take a lowse from CRAFTY CONUEYAUNCE showlder._ _Fan._ What hast thou founde there? _Fol._ By God, a lowse. _Cr. Con._ By Cockes harte, I trowe thou lyste. _Fol._ By the masse, a Spaynysshe moght with a gray lyste. _Fan._ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! _Cr. Con._ Cockes armes, it is not so, I trowe. _Here CRAFTY CONU[EY]AUNCE putteth of his gowne._ _Fol._ Put on thy gowne agayne, for nowe thou hast lost.[821]