eare wyne.
Cannius. What and yf thou dranke asmoche as thou
coudest well holde in thy mouthe, after the manner
of ||a gargarisme & spyt it out agayne. Po.
That wolde do me no good at all, but take me not
with suche a faute I trow, for the wyne is very
bad and if I do so. Canni. But what and yf thou
drynke thy skynne full as thou art wont to do, whe
thou comest where good wyne is. Poliphe. Mary
there is nothyng more godly or heuynly. Cannius.
It warmes you at the stomacke, it settes your body
in a heate, it makes you loke with a ruddy face,
and setteth your hart vpon a mery pynne. Poliphe.
That is suerly so as ye saye in dede. Canni. The
gospell is suche a lyke thynge of all this worlde,
for after that it hathe ones persed & entered in
the veynes of the mynd it altereth, transposeth,
and cleane changeth vpsodowne the whole state of
ma, and chaungeth hym cleane as it were into a
nother man. Polip. Ah ha, nowe I wot wherabout ye
be, belyke ye thike that I lyue not accordynge to
the gospell or as a good gospeller shulde do.
||Cannius. There is no man can dyssolue this
questio better then thy selfe. Poli. Call ye it
dissoluynge? Naye and yf a thynge come to
dyssoluynge gyue me a good sharpe axe in my hande
and I trow I shall dyssolue it well inoughe.
Canni. What woldest thou do, I praye the, and yf a
man shulde say to thy teth thou lyest falsely, or
elles call the by thy ryght name knaue in
englysshe. Poli. What wolde I do quod he, that is
a question in dede, mary he shulde feele the
wayghte of a payre of churlyshe fystes I warrant
the. Canni. And what and yf a man gaue you a good
cuffe vpon the eare that shulde waye a pounde?
Poliphe. It were a well geuen blowe that wolde
aduauntage hym. xx. by my trouthe and he escaped
so he myght say he rose vpon his ryght syde, but
it were maruayle & I cut not of his head harde by
his shulders. Canni. Yea but good felowe thy
gospell boke teacheth the to geue gentle answers,
and fayre wordes ||agayne for fowle, and to
hym that geueth the a blowe vpon the ryght cheke
to holde forth the lyfte. Poliphe. I do remembre I
haue red suche a thinge in my boke, but ye must
pardone me for I had quyte forgotten it. Can. Well
go to, what saye ye to prayer I suppose ye praye
very ofte. Poli. That is euyn as very a touche of
a pharesey as any can be. Cannius. I graunt it is
no lesse the a poynt