_Did_. I thanke you.

_Gan_. Th'art a vyllayne.

_Did_. It may be so; your lordshypp can defyne me
If you would shewe your readinge or your practyse.

_Gan_. _Orlando_ is retournd.

_Did_. Tys well.

_Gan_. It is;
But it had beene better for your perjurd roaugshipp
Your harte had gordgd a hauke.

_Did_. Wa, ha ho, man!
Your buzarde is a kynde of byrde of prey,
Your lordship knowes too, that will feede on all
Unable to outflye or to resist,
But suche pursued her basenes and her sloathe
At once apeare. You understand me, sir?

_Gan_. Nowe a leane castrell[89] ceyze thee? Arte thou flesht?
Must naught encounter you but byrds of rapyne?

_Did_. Good, good, you stretche a foule comparysson
The best that I have hearde. But be assurd
I am no scarabb for a castrells breakfast.