_C. Count._ Then truste I to God and the holy rode, Here shalbe not great sheddynge of blode. _Cl. Col._ By our lakyn, syr, not by my wyll. _Cr. Con._ By the fayth that I owe to God, and I wyll syt styll. _C. Count._ Well sayd: but, in fayth, what was your quarell? _Cl. Col._ Mary, syr, this gentylman called me iauell. _Cr. Con._ Nay, by Saynt Mary, it was ye called me knaue. _Cl. Col._ Mary, so vngoodly langage you me gaue. 2240 _C. Count._ A, shall we haue more of this maters yet? Me thynke ye are not gretly acomberyd with wyt. _Cr. Con._ Goddys fote, I warant you, I am a gentylman borne, And thus to be facyd I thynke it great skorne. _C. Count._ I can not well tell of your dysposycyons; And ye be a gentylman, ye haue knauys condycyons. _Cl. Col._ By God, I tell you, I wyll not be out facyd. _Cr. Con._ By the masse, I warant thé, I wyll not be bracyd. _C. Count._ Tushe, tushe, it is a great defaute: The one of you is to proude, the other is to haute. 2250 Tell me brefly where vpon ye began. _Cl. Col._ Mary, syr, he sayd that he was the pratyer man Then I was, in opynynge of lockys; And, I tell you, I dysdayne moche of his mockys. _Cr. Con._ Thou sawe neuer yet but I dyd my parte, The locke of a caskyt to make to starte. _C. Count._ Nay, I know well inough ye are bothe well handyd To grope a gardeuyaunce, though it be well bandyd. _Cl. Col._ I am the better yet in a bowget. _Cr. Con._ And I the better in a male. 2260 _C. Count._ Tushe, these maters that ye moue are but soppys in ale: Your trymynge and tramynge by me must be tangyd, For, had I not bene, ye bothe had bene hangyd, When we with Magnyfycence goodys made cheuysaunce. _Magn._ And therfore our Lorde sende you a very wengaunce! _C. Count._ What begger art thou that thus doth banne and wary? _Magn._ Ye be the theuys, I say, away my goodys dyd cary. _Cl. Col._ Cockys bonys, thou begger, what is thy name? _Magn._ Magnyfycence I was, whom ye haue brought to shame. _C. Count._ Ye, but trowe you, syrs, that this is he? 2270 _Cr. Con._ Go we nere, and let vs se. _Cl. Col._ By Cockys bonys, it is the same. _Magn._ Alasse, alasse, syrs, ye are to blame! I was your mayster, though ye thynke it skorne, And nowe on me ye gaure and sporne. _C. Count._ Ly styll, ly styll nowe, with yll hayle! _Cr. Con._ Ye, for thy langage can not thé auayle. _Cl. Col._ Abyde, syr, abyde, I shall make hym to pysse.[862] _Magn._ Nowe gyue me somwhat, for God sake I craue! _Cr. Con._ In faythe, I gyue the four quarters of a knaue. 2280 _C. Count._ In faythe, and I bequethe hym the tothe ake. _Cl. Col._ And I bequethe hym the bone ake. _Cr. Con._ And I bequethe hym the gowte and the gyn. _Cl. Col._ And I bequethe hym sorowe for his syn.