“Right well, deere gossip, ye advized have,”
Said then the Foxe, “but I this doubt will save: 
For ere we farther passe, I will devise 195
A pasport for us both in fittest wize,
And by the names of souldiers us protect,
That now is thought a civile begging sect. 
Be you the souldier, for you likest are
For manly semblance, and small skill in warre:  200
I will but wayte on you, and, as occasion
Falls out, my selfe fit for the same will fashion.” 
The pasport ended, both they forward went;
The Ape clad souldierlike, fit for th’intent,
In a blew iacket with a crosse of redd 205
And manie slits, as if that he had shedd
Much blood throgh many wounds therein receaved,
Which had the use of his right arme bereaved,
Upon his head an old Scotch cap he wore,
With a plume feather all to peeces tore; 210
His breeches were made after the new cut,
Al Portugese, loose like an emptie gut,
And his hose broken high above the heeling,
And his shooes beaten out with traveling. 
But neither sword nor dagger he did beare; 215
Seemes that no foes revengement he did feare;
In stead of them a handsome bat he held,
     [Bat, stick.]
On which he leaned, as one farre in elde.
     [Elde, age.]
Shame light on him, that through so false illusion
Doth turne the name of souldiers to abusion, 220
And that which is the noblest mysterie
     [Mysterie, profession.]
Brings to reproach and common infamie! 
Long they thus travailed, yet never met
Adventure which might them a working set: 
Yet manie waies they sought, and manie tryed; 225
Yet for their purposes none fit espyed. 
At last they chaunst to meete upon the way
A simple husbandman in garments gray;
Yet, though his vesture were but meane and bace,
     [Bace, humble.]
A good yeoman he was of honest place, 230
And more for thrift did care than for gay clothing: 
Gay without good is good hearts greatest loathing. 
The Foxe, him spying, bad the Ape him dight
     [Dight, prepare.]
To play his part, for loe! he was in sight
That, if he er’d not, should them entertaine, 235
And yeeld them timely profite for their paine. 
Eftsoones the Ape himselfe gan up to reare,
     [Eftsoones, straightway.]
And on his shoulders high his bat to beare,
As if good service he were fit to doo,
But little thrift for him he did it too:  240
And stoutly forward he his steps did straine,
That like a handsome swaine it him became. 
When as they nigh approached, that good man,
Seeing them wander loosly, first began
T’enquire, of custome, what and whence they