class="speaker">Welth. For your ſake he is welcome to vs all
Let him come to our place ano than he ſhall
Haue ſuccoure of vs and helpe withal
& now we wil depart. And welth & helth goth out. 330

Wyll. Wyl ye go hence. I thanke ye maſters with al my hert
I wyl ſeke you out I warrant you feare not
Now they be gone I am glad by ſaint mary
A lyttel while heare I purpoſe to tary
How to deceyue welth, helth, and libertie
Now muſt I deuyſe.
For I am a chylde that is pas grace
Ilwyll I am called that in euery place
Doth much miſchiefe this is a playne caſe
Uertue I doo vtterly diſpiſe, 340
But if they wyſt what I were
Then of my purpoſe I ſhould be neuer [the] nere
I wyl kepe my tonge leſte that I mar
My whole intent and wyll.
But now I meruayle by this day
Where ſhrewd wit is gone a ſtray
Some crafty touche is in his way
I here him, peace, ſtand ſtyll.

¶ Entreth ſhrewd wyt with a ſonge.

¶ Dieu vous garde playſaunce 350
On ſeuen or no mumchaunce, what yonkers dare auaunce
To playe a grote or twaine.
Loe heare I haue in ſtore
Two or three grotes and no more
I take great thought therfore
For to kepe it, it is much payne
I come now out of a place
where is a company of ſmall grace
Theues and hores that ſpendes a pace
They were dronken all the ſorte. 360
One of their purces I did aſpy
Out of his ſleue where it dyd lye
And one wynked on me with his eye
But ther began the ſporte
Their falſe falſehode, and I crafty wyt
got the purſe loe, heare I haue it
I ran my way and let hym ſyt
Smoke and ſhitten arſe together.
And yf that I had yll wyll here
with this money we wolde make good chere 370
Gentle brother wyll, I pray the apeare
For thou art in ſome corner.

Wytte I woulde come in but I am a fearde
Leaſt that I be taken by the bearde
Wyth ſome catchepol, I haue heard
How thou haſte ſtollen a purſe

wylle Thou horſon art thou mad, cum in I ſay
This is not the fyrſte hazard that I haue ſcaped
yf I make an hand to decke my felfe gay
what am I the worſe. 380

wyll From thy company I cannot abyde
I must nedeſ holde upon thy ſyde
yllwyll and ſhrewdwit who caa hyde
For they will be together.

wytte. Now welcome wyll and what cheare:
By god I thought for thee a thouſand yere
Peace for gods body who cummeth there
Hance bere pot Aſcon router.

¶ Entreth Hance with a dutch ſonge

Gut nynen ſcone rutters by the moder got 390
It heiſt ōwne ſrhon, for ſtaue ye nete
De quſteker mau iche bie do do
Uau the groate bnmbarde well ic wete
Dartyck dowſant van enheb it mete
Ic beſt de mauikin van de koining dangliler
De grot keyſer kind ic bene his buſketer

Wyll. Here ye not dronkē hance how he be gins to prate
The malowperte ſleminge is a little to cheke mate

wytte Let the knaue alone, for his name is war.
Such dronken ſlemminges your company wil mar 400

Hance. Ic beſt nen emond, ic beſt in ſoche
ye ſecte nete vell ic forſtaue ye in doche

Wyll. Cumpt hore leyf with your gound ſtand nere
yt becummes you better to handle a potte of beare

Hance Dat maght icvell dan, ic can ſkynke frelyck
Tab bers frow, ic briuges brore, begotts nemerick

wytte. The horſen knaue by the maſſe is dronke
A winking for depe his eyen be cleane lonck

Hance Ic foraue ye vell ye ſeg dac ic ſlope
Nenike, nenike, ic compte hore for an andor cope 410

Wyll. Wel coppin I pray the hartly tell vs trew
Wherfore comeſt thou hether for any thing to sew

Hance yeicke feger, en būbardere vā de koyning wei it be
Heb twe ſkelling de dagh ic con ſcote de culueryn

wytte. Nay ye ſhall walke a fleming knaue, wyl ye not ſee
We haue Engliſh gunners ynow, there is no rome empty

Hance Ic beſt en bomberde mot ye to me ſpreken
what ſegye ye bones, it ſal ye yode flaen

Wyll. We ſpeake not to thee thou art a ſcone man
But goe thy way they be not here that promot [the] cā 420

Hance Caut ye me a de houſe dragen van degrot here.

wytte. Hance ye muſt go to [the] court & for welth inquire

Hance What ſegre ye welth nenyke he is net hore
welth beſt in ſſaunders, it my ſelf brought him dore

Wyll. Beſhrew your horſon ſleminges hert therfore.
in dede as he ſaith, by war in flaūders theris welth ſtore

Hance Segt ye dat brower, by the moder got dan
Gut naught it mot wast, to ſent cafrin to mi lanmā

wyll. Is be gone, farewel hanykin bowſe & goeth out
I pray god giue him a hounded drouſe 430
For I trow a knaue brought hym to houſe
But now brother wyt.
We muſt deuoſe how that we may
Be in ſeruice with welth alwaye
Let me here what thou canſt do or ſay
To helpe for to contryue it.

wytte. For thy pleaſure that I ſhall
This wyll I doo first of all
Flatter and lye, and euermore call
Them my good mayſters ftyll. 440
Then with ſwering, lying and powlinge
Brybry, theft, and preuy pyking
Thus I ſhred wet, wyll euer be doinge
I warrant ther yllwyll.

Wyll. I cun thee thanke, this is well deuyſed
And I yll wil, wolde haue euery man diſpiſed
But now another thing muſt be contriued
Or els al wilbe nought
There is one they call good remedy
In this realme, he hath geeat actortty 450
He is a noble man and much worthy
Many thinges he hach wrought
He is called luſt, diſcreete and indifference
Willing to fulfil his ſoueraines commaundement
He is not fraide to do right puniſhment
Therfore of him I am afrayde