remēbre what nōbre of mē, or artilerie & good ordināce
Specially [the] grace of god, which is our chief forderāce
If there be any that wyll grudge, ſurmyce or doo
Againe welth, helth & libertie, then muſt I for [the] ſame
Shew mine auctorite and power, for to remedy it ſo
That none of you ſhall diminiſhe, nor amiſſe be tane
I good remedy therfore may & will ſpeake [with]out blāe
For the comen welth, & helth both of the ſoule & body 590
[that] is mi office & power, & therfore I haue my actorite

wealth Our lorde continue ye, & we thanke you hartly
Both for your good inſtruction, and for your kindnes
That you intende ſo wel for vs good remedy
when we haue nede we will deſyre your goodnes

Health When we be infect in the ſoule or body
Then will I ſeke good remedy for ſuccour
As yet I thanke god I haue no nede greatly
yf I haue then wyll I ſeke to haue your fauour

liberty Syr now we wyl departe hence with your licence 600
For other divers buſines that we muſt haue tohether

Remdi Sirs I am content, now when ye wyll depart
To god I commyt you I wyll not make you tary
But yet I pray with all my minde and heart
Take hede in any wiſe exchewe yl & ſhrewd compani
yf a mā be neuer ſoo good & vse [with] thē [that] be vnthrifti
He ſhal leſe his name, & to ſome vice they wil him tēp
therfore beware of ſuch people, & from thē be exempt

Health yes yes I warrant you of ſach I wyll beware.
Farewel good remedy & wel to fare. & goth out 610

Remdi I pray god be your ſpede & preſerue you frō paine
it is mi mind ye ſhold proſper I wold haue it ſo fain.

Wyll. Here is none of our acquaintaūce wil retourneth
we haue made to longe tariaunce
that wyll ye ſay perchaunce
And they begone home come away apare

Wytte. Nay by god not ſo haſtie
A lytle whyle we wyll larye
Good euen ſyr to you mary
Dwell ye in this place? 620

Remdi Nay good fellowe I dwel not heare
Wherefore doeſt thou chat inquire:
Woldeſt thou ought with any heare
Speake be not afryde

Wyll. By God I would I had your gowne
And were a myle without the towne
Theron & woulde borowe a crowne
It is I that ſo ſayde

Wytte. Hew lookeſt thou one him halfe a ſcorne
I p=omiſe you he is a ſcant gentylman borne 630
What ſſtyeſt thou in his face

Remdi For somwhat in his face I lok e
In dede his maſterſhip ſtandes a crooke
For falſe ſhrewes both of you I tooke
And chyldren that be paſt grace.

Wyll. I wyll ſwere for hym, as tor this yeares twenty
that he hath ben euer as true as I
yet ſometyme he will ſteale and make a lye
He is of my alyaunce.

Remdi In good fayth the ſame thinke I 640
That ye be both lyke, full unthrifty
Syrs how do ye lyue, ſhew me quickly
Or I ſhall put you in duraunce

wytte. How liue we? mary our meate
Cummeſt thou hether for to threte:
So lowly ſyr wittam doth ſpeake
From whence doth he come can ye ſhewe

Wyll. What doſt thou ayle canſt thou tell?
Haſt thou any thing with vs to mell?
By the maſſe thy handes doth tykell 650
Thou ſhalt beare me a blowe.

remedi you falſe theues I know ye well
I ſhall let your purpoſe euey deale
yllwyll, and ſhrewd wit, the deuyll of hell
Take ye both for me.

wytte. Mary thou lyeſt, our names be not ſo
Call vs but wit, and wyll, adde no more thereto,
yf thou doeſt thou were as good no
We ſhall handle you ſhrewdly

Remdi Syrs farewell here I wil no longer abide 660
For you both ſhortly I wyll prouide
That all your falfe craft ſhalbe out tryed
And our ſubtillitie knowen and goeth out.

wytte. To go ſo ſoone the horſon was wyſe
therfore ſome now I muſt deuiſe
that each man may welth, helth and libertideſpiſe
Or els he wyll marre all our mateer.
Brother wet, ler me alone
When they come you ſhal ſee me a none
Complayne of him, vnto them echone 670
And put him out of fauour

Wytte Peace no mo wordes, for they come yonder

wealth Syrs I am glade that you be heare
How doth all our houſhold, with them what chere?
Is euery thiag in order there
Afirr our intente?

wyll. ye ſyr they be all mery and glad
With reuell and rout ſomtime they be mad
Pipe whore hop theef, euery knaue and drabe
Is at our commaundement. 680

Helth turneth hym.

What do ye ſay, then ye are to blame
And we put you in truſt for the ſame
To kepe ſuch rule, it is a ſhame
I tis not for our honour.

wytte. By the maſſe ihe horſon doth lye
There is no ſuch rule by gods body
A man may breke his neck as lyghtly
As his faſt in your kechin, or ſeller truly.

Liberty turneth him 690

With that nother I am not content
I wolde there ſhould be liberalitie competēt
And with honeſti it is conoenient
That our neighbour fare the better

Wyll. you be angey with all that we haue done
Cum away brother let us go hens ſoone
I know a new maiſter wher we ſhalbe welcume
God be with you gentyl maiſter

Welth. Why wil ye begone tor a worde
Peraduenture we did but boorde 700
Me thinke ye ſhould your mayſter foorde
For to ſpeake my minde.

wytte Nay nay, I can tel what was the matter
Remedy was here, and he dyd flatter
ye truſt he more than vs and better
But marke the ende, what ye ſhal find

Health With good remedy we ſpake in dede
To folow his counſel we had neede
He warned vs that we ſhould take hede
Of exceſſe and prodigalitie. 710

Wytte I