wherof dothe your boke dyspose or intreate? dothe it teache the art and crafte to drynke a duetaunt?  Poli.  Take hede in goddes name what ye say lest ye bolt out a blasphemie before ye be ware.  Canius. why bydde ye me take hede what I saye? is there any holy matter in the boke?  Poli. what ma it is the gospell boke, I trow there is nothynge can be more holye.  Cannius.  God for thy grace what hathe Poliphemus to do withe the gospell? ||Poli.  Nay why do ye not aske what a chrysten man hathe to do with christe?  Cannius.  I can not tell but me thynkes a rousty byll or a halbard wold become such a great lubber or a slouyn as thou arte a great deale better, for yf it were my chauce to mete such one and knewe him not upon seeborde, and he loked so lyke a knaue and a ruffya as thou dost I wolde take hym for a pirate or a rouer upon the see/ and if I met such one in the wood for an arrante thefe, and a man murderer.  Poli. yea good syr but the gospell teache vs this same lesson, that we shuld not iudge any person by his loke or by his externall & outwarde apparaunce.  For lyke wyse as many tymes vnder a graye freers coote a tyrannous mynde lyeth secretly hyd, eue so a polled heed, a crispe or a twyrled berde, a frowninge, a ferse, or a dogged loke, a cappe, or a hat with an oystrich fether, a soldyers cassocke, a payre of hoose all to cut and manglyd, may co||uer an euangelycall mynde.  Cannius. why not, mary God forbyd elles, yea & many tymes a symple shepe lyeth hyd in a wolfes skynne, and yf a man maye credite and beleue the fables of Aesope, an asse maye lye secretely unknowen by cause he is in a lyons skynne.  Poliphe.  Naye I knowe hym whiche bereth a shepe vpon his heed, and a sore in his brest, to whome I wold wysshe with al my hart that he had as whyte and as fauorable frendes as he hathe blacke eyes.  And I wolde wisshe also that he were as well guylt ouer and ouer as he hathe a colour mete to take guyltynge.  Canni.  Yf ye take hym to were a shepe vpon his heed, that weareth a cappe of woll, howe greuously than art thou lodyn, or what an excedynge heuy burde bearest thou then I praye the whiche bearest a hoole shepe and an ostryche to vpon thy heed?  But what saye ye to hi doth not he more folyssly which beareth a byrd vpon his heed, and an asse in his ||brest.  Poliphemus.  There ye nypped & taunted me in dede.  Cannius.  But I wolde saye this geere dyd wonderous wel yf this gospel boke dyd so adourne the with vertue as thou hast adourned lymmed, and gorgiously garnysshed it with many gay goodly glystryng ornamentes.  Mary syr thou hast set it forth in his ryght colours in dede, wolde to god it might so adourne the with good codicios that thou myghtest ones lerne to be an honest man.  Poli.  There shall be no defaute in me, I tell you I wyll do my diligence.  Can.  Naye there is no doute of that, there shall be no more faute in you now I dare say then was wonte to be.  Poli.  Yea but (youre tarte tauntes, and youre churlysshe checkes, and raylynges set asyde) tell me I pray