Magnificence

Characters: Felicity, Counterfeit Countenance, Cloked Colusion, Fancy, Liberty, Measure, Magnificence, Courtly Abusion, Folly, Adversity, Poverty, Despair, Mischief, Good Hope, Redress, Circumspection, Perseverance, Crafty Conveyance.

Enter FELYCYTE
FELICITE.
AL thyngys contryuyd by mannys reason
The world enuyronn of hygh and low estate
Be it erly or late welth hath a season
Welth is of wysdome the very trewe probate
A fole is he with welth that fallyth at debate 
But men nowe a dayes so vnhappely be vryd
That nothynge than welth may worse be enduryd
To tell you the cause me semeth it no nede
The amense therof is far to call agayne
For when men by welth they haue lytell drede 
Of that may come after experyence trewe and playne
Howe after a drought there fallyth a showre of rayne
And after a hete oft cometh a stormy colde
A man may haue welth but not as he wolde
Ay to contynewe and styll to endure 
But yf prudence be proued with sad cyrcumspeccyon
Welthe myght be wonne and made to the lure
Yf noblenesse were aquayntyd with sober dyreccyon
But wyll hath reason so vnder subieccyon
And so dysordereth this worlde ouerall 
That welthe and felicite is passynge small
But where wonnys welthe and a man wolde wyt
For welthfull felicite truly is my name
Enter LYBERTE
Lyberte.
Mary welthe and I was apoynted to mete
And eyther I am dysseyued or ye be the same 
Felycyte.
Syr as ye say I haue harde of your fame
Your name is lyberte as I vnderstande
Lyberte.
Trewe you say syr gyue me your hande
Felycyte.
And from whens come ye and it myght be askyd
Lyberte.
To tell you syr I dare not leest I sholde be maskyd 
In a payre of fetters or a payre of stockys
Felycyte.
Here you not howe this gentylman mockys
Lyberte.
Ye to knackynge ernyst what and it preue
Felycyte.
Why/ to say what he wyll lyberte hath leue
Lyberte.
Yet lyberte hath ben lockyd vp and kept in the mew 
Felycyte.
In dede syr that lyberte was not worthe a cue
How be it lyberte may somtyme be to large
But yf reason be regent and ruler of your barge
Lyberte.
To that ye say I can well condyssende
Shewe forth I pray you here in what you intende 
Felycyte.
Of that I intende to make demonstracyon
It askyth lesure with good aduertence
Fyrst I say we owght to haue in consyderacyon
That lyberte be lynkyd with the chayne of countenaunce
Lyberte to let from all maner offence 
For lyberte at large is lothe to be stoppyd
But with countenaunce your corage must be croppyd
Lyberte.
Then thus to you
Felycyte.
Nay suffer me yet ferther to say
And peraduenture I shall content your mynde
Lyberte I wote well forbere no man there may
It is so swete in all maner of kynde
Howe be it lyberte makyth many a man blynde
By lyberte is done many a great excesse
Lyberte at large wyll oft wax reklesse 
Perceyue ye this parcell
Lyberte.
Ye syr passyng well
But and you wolde me permyt
To shewe parte of my wyt
Somwhat I coulde enferre 
Your consayte to debarre
Under supportacyon
Of pacyent tolleracyon
Felycyte.
God forbyd ye sholde be let
Your reasons forth to fet 
Wherfore at lyberte
Say what ye wyll to me
Lyberte.
Brefly to touche of my purpose the effecte
Lyberte is laudable and pryuylegyd from lawe
Iudycyall rygoure shall not me correcte 
Felycyte.
Softe my frende; herein your reason is but rawe
Lyberte.
Yet suffer me to say the surpluse of my sawe
What wote ye where vpon I wyll conclude
I say there is no welthe where as lyberte is subdude
I trowe ye can not say nay moche to this 
To lyue vnder lawe it is captyuyte
Where drede ledyth the daunce there is no Ioy nor blysse
Or howe can you proue that there is felycyte
And you haue not your owne fre lyberte
To sporte at your pleasure to ryn and to ryde 
Where lyberte is absent set welthe asyde
Hic intrat Measure.
Measure.
Cryst you assyste in your altrycacyon
Felycyte.
Why haue you harde of our dysputacyon
Measure.
I parceyue well howe eche of you doth reason
Lyberte.
Mayster measure you be come in good season 
Measure.
And it is wonder that your wylde insolence
Can be content with measure presence
Felycyte.
Wolde it please you then
Lyberte.
Us to informe and ken
Measure.
A ye be wonders men 
Your langage is lyke the penne
Of hym that wryteth to fast
Felycyte.
Syr yf any worde haue past
Me other fyrst or last
To you I arecte it and cast 
Therof the reformacyon
Lyberte.
And I of the same facyon.
Howe be it by protestacyon
Dyspleasure that you none take.
Some reason we must make. 
Measure.
That wyll not I forsake
So it in measure be.
Come of therfore let se
Shall I begynne or ye
Felycyte.
Nay ye shall begynne by my wyll 
Lyberte.
It is reason and skyll
We your pleasure fulfyll
Measure.
Then ye must bothe consent
You to holde content
With myne argument. 
And I muste you requyre
Me pacyently to here
Felycyte.
Yes syr with ryght good chere.
Lyberte.
With all my herte intere
Measure.
Oracius to recorde in his volumys olde 
With euery condycyon measure must be sought
Welthe without measure wolde bere hymselfe to bolde
Lyberte without measure proue a thynge of nought
In ponder by nomber by measure all thynge is wrought.
As at the fyrst orygynall by godly opynyon 
Whych prouyth well that measure shold haue domynyon.
Where measure is mayster plenty dothe none offence
Where measure lackyth all thynge dysorderyd is
Where measure is absent ryot kepeth resydence.
Where measure is ruler there is nothynge a mysse 
Measure is treasure; howe say ye is it not this
Felycyte.
Yes questyonlesse in myne opynyon
Measure is worthy to haue domynyon
Lyberte.
Unto that same I am ryght well agrede.
So that lyberte be not lefte behynde 
Measure.
Ye lyberte with measure nede neuer drede
Lyberte.
What lyberte to measure then wolde ye bynde.
Measure.
What ellys; For otherwyse it were agaynst kynde
If lyberte sholde lepe and renne where he lyst
It were no vertue; it were a thynge vnblyst 
It were a myschefe yf lyberte lacked a reyne.
Where with to rule hym with the wrythyng of a rest
All trebyllys and tenours be rulyd by a meyne
Lyberte without measure is acountyd for a beste
There is no surfet where measure rulyth the feste 
There is no excesse where measure hath his helthe
Measure contynwyth prosperyte and welthe
Felycyte.
Unto your rule I wyll annex my mynde
Lyberte.
So wolde I; but I wolde be lothe
That wonte was to be formyst now to come behynde 
It were a shame; to god I make an othe
Without I myght cut it out of the brode clothe
As I was wonte euer at my fre wyll
Measure.
But haue ye not herde say; that wyll is no skyll
Take sad dyreccyon and leue this wantonnesse 
Lyberte.
It is no maystery
Felycyte.
Tushe let measure procede
And after his mynde herdely your selfe adresse
For without measure pouerte and nede
Wyll crepe upon vs; and vs to myschefe lede 
For myschefe wyll mayster vs; yf measure vs forsake
Lyberte.
Well I am content your wayes to take
Measure.
Surely I am Ioyous that ye be myndyd thus
Magnyfycence to mayntayne your promosyon shalbe
Felycyte.
So in his harte he may be glad of vs 
Lyberte.
There is no prynce but he hath nede of vs thre
Welthe with measure and plesaunt lyberte
Measure.
Nowe pleasyth you a lytell whyle to stande
Me semeth magnyfycence is comynge here at hande
Hic intrat magnyfycence
Magnyfycence
To assure you of my noble porte and fame 
Who lyst to knowe magnyfycence I hyght
But measure my frende what hyght this mannys name
Measure.
Syr though ye be a noble prynce of myght
Yet in this man you must set your delyght
And syr this other mannys name is lyberte 
Magnyfycence
Welcome frendys ye are bothe vnto me
But nowe let me knowe of your conuersacyon
Felycyte.
Pleasyth your grace felycyte they me call
Lyberte.
And I am lyberte made of in euery nacyon
Magnyfycence
Conuenyent persons for any prynce ryall 
Welthe with lyberte with me bothe dwell ye shall
To the gydynge of my measure you bothe commyttynge
That Measure be mayster vs semeth it is syttynge
Measure.
Where as ye haue syr to me them assygned
Suche order I trust with them for to take 
So that welthe with measure shalbe conbyned
And lyberte his large with mea hall make
Felycyte.
Your ordenaunce syr I wyll not forsake
Lyberte.
And I my selfe hooly to you wyll inclyne
Magnyfycence
Then may I say that ye be seruauntys myne 
For by measure I warne you we thynke to be gydyd
Wherin it is necessary my pleasure you knowe
Measure and I wyll neuer be deuydyd
For no dyscorde that any man can sawe
For measure is a meane nother to hy nor to lawe 
In whose attemperaunce I haue suche delyght
That measure shall neuer departe from my syght
Felycyte.
Laudable your consayte is to be acountyd
For welthe without measure sodenly wyll slyde
Lyberte.
As your grace full nobly hath recountyd 
Measure with noblenesse sholde be alyde
Magnyfycence
Then lyberte se that measure be your gyde
For I wyll vse you by his aduertysment
Felycyte.
Then shall you haue with you prosperyte resydent
Measure.
I trowe good fortune hath annexyd vs together 
To se howe greable we are of one mynde
There is no flaterer nor losyll so lyther
This lynkyd chayne of loue that can vnbynde
Nowe that ye haue me chefe ruler assyngned
I wyll endeuour me to order euery thynge 
Your noblenesse and honour consernynge
Lyberte.
In Ioy and myrthe your mynde shalbe inlargyd
And not embracyd with pusyllanymyte
But plenarly all thought from you must be dyschargyd
If ye lyst to lyue after your fre lyberte 
All delectacyons aquayntyd is with me
By me all persons worke what they lyste
Measure.
Hem; syr yet beware of had I wyste
Lyberte in some cause becomyth a gentyll mynde
Bycause course of measure yf I be in the way 
Who countyth without me is caste to fer behynde
Of his rekenynge as euydently we may
Se at our eye the worlde day by day
For defaute of measure all thynge dothe excede
Felycyte.
All that ye say is as trewe as the crede 
For howe be it lyberte to welthe is conuenyent
And from felycyte may not be forborne
Yet measure hath ben so longe from vs absent
That all men laugh at lyberte to scorne
Welth and wyt I say be so threde bare worne 
That all is without measure and fer beyonde the mone
Magnyfycence
Then noblenesse I se well is almoste vndone
But yf therof the soner amendys be made
For dowtlesse I parceyue my magnyfycence
Without measure lyghtly may fade 
Of to moche lyberte vnder the offence
Wherfore measure take lyberte with you hence
And rule hym after the rule of your scole
Lyberte.
What syr wolde ye make me a poppynge fole
Measure.
Why were not your selfe agreed to the same 
And now wolde ye swarue from your owne ordynaunce
Lyberte.
I wolde be rulyd and I myght for shame
Felycyte.
A ye make me laughe at your inconstaunce
Magnyfycence
Syr without any longer delyaunce
Take lyberte to rule and folowe myne entent 
Measure.
It shalbe done at your commaundement
Itaque measure exeat locum cum lybertate et maneat magnyfycence cum felicitate.
Magnyfycence
It is a wanton thynge this lyberte
Perceyue you not howe lothe he was to abyde
The rule of measure not withstandynge we
Haue deputyd measure hym to gyde 
By measure eche thynge duly is tryde
Thynke you not thus my frende felycyte
Felycyte.
God forbede that it other wyse sholde be
Magnyfycence
Ye coulde not ellys I wote with me endure
Felycyte.
Endure? No god wote it were great payne 
But yf I were orderyd by Iust measure
It were not possyble me longe to retayne
Hic intrat Fansy.
Fansy.
Tusche holde your pece your langage is vayne
Please it your grace to take no dysdayne
To shewe you playnly the trouth as I thynke 
Magnyfycence
Here is none forsyth whether you flete or synke
Felycyte.
From whens come you syr that no man lokyd after
Magnyfycence
Or who made you so bolde to interrupe my tale
Fansy.
Nowe benedicite ye wene I were some hafter
Or ellys some Iangelynge Iacke of the vale 
Ye wene that I am dronken bycause I loke pale
Magnyfycence
Me semeth that ye haue dronken more than ye haue bled
Fansy.
Yet amonge noble men I was brought vp and bred
Felycyte.
Now leue this Iangelynge and to vs expounde
Why that ye sayd our langage was in vayne 
Fansy.
Mary vpon trouth my reason I grounde
That without largesse noblenesse can not rayne
And that I sayd ones; yet I say agayne
I say without largesse worshyp hath no place
For largesse is a purchaser of pardon and of grace 
Magnyfycence
Nowe I beseche the tell me what is thy name
Fansy.
Largesse that all lordes sholde loue syr I hyght
Felycyte.
But hyght you largesse encreace of noble fame
Fansy.
Ye syr vndoubted
Felycyte.
Then of very ryght
With magnyfycence this noble prynce of myght
Sholde be your dwellynge in my consyderacyon
Magnyfycence
Yet we wyll therin take good delyberacyon
Fansy.
As in that I wyll not be agaynst your pleasure
Felycyte.
Syr hardely remembre what may your name auaunce. 
Magnyfycence
Largesse is laudable so it be in measure
Fansy.
Largesse is he that all prynces doth auaunce
I reporte me herein to Kynge Lewes of fraunce
Felycyte.
Why haue ye hym named and all other refused
Fansy.
For syth he dyed largesse was lytell vsed 
Plucke vp your mynde syr what ayle you to muse.
Haue ye not welthe here at your wyll
It is but a maddynge these wayes that ye vse
What auayleth lordshyp yourselfe for to kyll
With care and with thought howe Iacke shall haue gyl 
Magnyfycence
What I haue aspyed ye are a carles page
Fansy.
By god syr ye se but fewe wyse men of myne age
But couetyse hath blowen you so full of wynde
That colyca passyo hath gropyd you by the guttys
Felycyte.
In fayth broder largesse you haue a mery mynde. 
Fansy.
In fayth I set not by the worlde two dauncaster cuttys
Magnyfycence
Ye wante but a wylde flyeng bolte to shote at the buttes.
Though largesse ye hyght your langage is to large
For whiche ende goth forwarde ye take lytell charge
Felycyte.
Let se this checke yf ye voyde canne 
Fansy.
In faythe els had I gone to longe to scole
But yf I coulde knowe a gose from a swanne
Magnyfycence
Wel wyse men may ete the fysshe when ye shal draw the pole
Fansy.
In fayth I wyll not say that ye shall proue a fole
But ofte tymes haue I sene wyse men do mad dedys 
Magnyfycence
Go shake the dogge hay syth ye wyll nedys
You are nothynge mete with vs for to dwell.
That with your lorde and mayster so pertly can prate.
Gete you hens I say by my counsell
I wyll not vse you to play with me checke mate 
Fansy.
Syr yf I haue offended your noble estate
I trow I haue brought you suche wrytynge of recorde
That I shall haue you agayne my good lorde
To you recommendeth sad cyrcumspeccyon
And sendeth you this wrytynge closed vnder sele 
Magnyfycence
This wrytynge is welcome with harty affeccyon
Why kepte you it thus longe? howe dothe he wele
Fansy.
Syr thanked be god he hath his hele
Magnyfycence
Welthe gete you home and commaunde me to mesure
Byd hym take good hede to you my synguler tresure 
Felycyte.
Is there ony thynge elles your grace wyll commaunde me.
Magnyfycence
Nothynge but fare you well tyll sone
And that he take good kepe to lyberte
Felycyte.
Your pleasure syr shortely shall be done
Magnyfycence
I shall come to you myselfe I trowe this after none 
Exit FELYCYTE

I pray you larges here to remayne
Whylest I knowe what this letter dothe contayne
Hic faciat tanquam legeret litteras tacite: Interim superueniat cantando counterfet countenaunce suspenso gradum qui viso magnyfycence sensim retrocedat at tempus post pusillum rursum accedat counterfet countenaunce prospectando & vocitando a longe et fansy animat silentium cum manu.
Counterfet countenaunce.
What fansy fansy
Magnyfycence
Who is that that thus dyd cry
Me thought he called fansy 
Fansy.
It was a flemynge hyght hansy
Magnyfycence
Me thought he called fansy me behynde
Fansy.
Nay syr it was nothynge but your mynde
But nowe syr as touchynge this letter
Magnyfycence
I shall loke in it at leasure better 
And surely ye are to hym beholde
And for his sake ryght gladly I wolde
Do what I coude to do you good
Fansy.
I pray god kepe you in that mood
Magnyfycence
This letter was wryten ferre hence 
Fansy.
By lakyn syr it hathe cost me pence
And grotes many one or I came to your presence
Magnyfycence
Where was it delyuered you shewe vnto me
Fansy.
By god syr beyonde the se
Magnyfycence
At what place nowe as you gesse 
Fansy.
By my trouthe syr at pountesse
This wrytynge was taken me there
But neuer was I in gretter fere
Magnyfycence
Howe so
Fansy.
By god at the see syde
Had I not opened my purse wyde 
I trowe by our lady I had ben slayne
Or elles I had lost myne eres twayne
Mangnyfycence

By your soth
Fansy.
Ye and there is suche a wache 
That no man can scape but they hym cache
They bare me in hande that I was a spye
And another bade put out myne eye
Another wolde myne eye were blerde
Another bade shaue halfe my berde 
And boyes to the pylery gan me plucke
And wolde haue made me freer tucke
To preche out of the pylery hole.
Without an antetyme or a stole
And some bade sere hym with a marke 
To gete me fro them I had moche warke
Magnyfycence
Mary syr ye were afrayde
Fansy.
By my trouthe had I not payde and prayde
And made largesse as I hyght
I had not been here with you this nyght 
But surely largesse saued my lyfe
For largesse stynteth all maner of stryfe
Magnyfycence
It dothe so sure nowe and than
But largesse is not mete for euery man
Fansy.
No but for you grete estates 
Largesse stynteth grete debates
And he that I came fro to this place
Sayd I was mete for your grace
And in dede syr I here men talke
By the way as I ryde and walke 
Say howe you excede in noblenesse
If you had with you largesse
Magnyfycence
And say they so in very dede
Fansy.
With ye syr so god me spede
Magnyfycence
Yet mesure is a mery mene 
Fansy.
Ye syr a blaunched almonde is no bene
Measure is mete for a marchauntes hall
But largesse becometh a state ryall
What sholde you pynche at a pecke of grotes
Ye wolde sone pynche at a pecke of otes 
Thus is the talkynge of one and of oder
As men dare speke it hugger mugger
A lorde a negarde it is a shame
But largesse may amende your name
Magnyfycence
In faythe largesse welcome to me 
Fansy.
I pray you syr I may so be
And of my seruyce you shall not mysse.
Magnyfycence
Togyder we wyll talke more of this
Let vs departe from hens home to my place
Fansy.
I folow euen after your noble grace 
Hic discedat magnificens cum fansy et intrat counterfet countenaunce.
He detains FANSY for a moment
Counterfet coun.

What I say herke a worde.
Fansy.
Do away I say the deuylles torde.
Counterfet coun.

Ye but how longe shall I here awayte.
Fansy.
By goddys body I come streyte
I hate this blunderyng that thou doste make 
Counterfet coun.

Nowe to the deuyll I the betake
For in fayth ye be well met
Exit FANSY

Fansy hath cachyd in a flye net
This noble man Magnyfycence
Of largesse vnder the pretence 
They haue made me here to put the stone
But nowe wyll I that they be gone
In bastarde ryme after the dogrell gyse
Tell you where of my name dothe ryse
For counterfet countenaunce knowen am I 
This worlde is full of my foly
I set not by hym a fly
That can not counterfet a lye
Swere and stare and byde therby
And countenaunce it clenly 
And defende it manerly
A knaue wyll counterfet nowe a knyght
A lurdayne lyke a lorde to syght
A mynstrell lyke a man of myght
A tappyster lyke a lady bryght 
Thus make I them wyth thryft to fyght
Thus at the laste I brynge hym ryght
To tyburne where they hange on hyght
To counterfet I can by praty wayes
Of nyghtys to occupy counterfet kayes 
Clenly to counterfet newe arayes
Counterfet eyrnest by way of playes
Thus am I occupyed at all assayes
What so euer I do all men me prayse
And mekyll am I made of nowe a days 
Counterfet maters in the lawe of the lande
Wyth golde and grotes they grese my hande
In stede of ryght that wronge may stande
And counterfet fredome that is bounde
I counterfet suger that is but sounde 
Counterfet capytaynes by me are mande
Of all lewdnesse I kyndell the brande
Counterfet kyndnesse and thynke dyscayte
Counterfet letters by the way of sleyght
Subtelly vsynge counterfet weyght 
Counterfet langage fayty bone geyte
Counterfetynge is a proper bayte
A counte to counterfet in a resayte
To counterfet well is a good consayte
Counterfet maydenhode may well be borne 
But counterfet coynes is laughynge to scorne
It is euyll patchynge of that is torne
Whan the noppe is rughe it wolde be shorne
Counterfet haltynge without a thorne
Yet counterfet chafer is but euyll corne 
All thynge is worse whan it is worne
What wolde ye wyues counterfet
The courtly gyse of the newe iet
An olde barne wolde be vnderset
It is moche worthe that is ferre fet 
What wanton wanton nowe well ymet.
What margery mylke ducke mermoset
It wolde be masked in my net
It wolde be nyce thoughe I say nay
By crede it wolde haue fresshe aray 
And therfore shall my husbande pay
To counterfet she wyll assay
All the newe gyse fresshe and gaye
And be as praty as she may
And iet it ioly as a iay 
Counterfet prechynge; and byleue the contrary.
Counterfet conscyence; peuysshe pope holy.
Counterfet sadnesse; with delynge full madly
Counterfet holynes; is called ypocrysy
Counterfet reason; is not worth a flye 
Counterfet wysdome; and workes of foly
Counterfet countenaunce; euery man dothe occupy
Counterfet worshyp; outwarde men may se
Ryches rydeth out; at home is pouerte
Counterfet pleasure is borne out by me 
Coll wolde go clenly and it wyll not be
And annot wolde be nyce and laughes tehe wehe
Your counterfet countenaunce is all of nysyte
A plummed partrydge all redy to flye
A knokylbonyarde wyll counterfet a clarke 
He wolde trotte gentylly but he is to starke
At his cloked counterfetynge dogges dothe barke
A carter a courtyer it is a worthy warke
That with his whyp his mares was wonte to yarke
A custrell to dryue the deuyll out of the derke 
A counterfet courtyer with a knaues marke
To counterfet this freers haue lerned me
This nonnes nowe and then and it myght be
Wolde take in the way of counterfet charyte
The grace of god vnder benedicite 
To counterfet thyr counsell they gyue me a fee
Chanons can not counterfet but vpon thre
Monkys may not for drede that men sholde them se
Hic ingrediatur fansy properanter cum crafty conueyaunce cum famine multo adinuicem garrulantes tandem viso counterfet countenaunce dicat crafty conueyaunce.
Crafty conuay.
What counterfet countenaunce
Counterfet coun.

What crafty conueyaunce. 
Fansy.
What the deuyll are ye two of aquayntaunce
God gyue you a very myschaunce
Crafty conuey.
Yes yes syr he and I haue met
Counterfet coun.

We haue bene togyder bothe erly and late
But fansy my frende where haue ye bene so longe 
Fansy.
By god I haue bene about a praty pronge
Crafty conueyaunce I sholde say and I
Crafty conuay.
By god we haue made magnyfycence to ete a flye
Counterfet coun.

Howe coulde ye do that and I was away
Fansy.
By god man bothe his pagent and thyne he can play 
Counterfet coun.

Say trouth
Crafty conuey.
Yes yes by lakyn I shall the warent
As longe as I lyue thou haste an heyre parent
Fansy.
Yet haue we pycked out a rome for the
Counterfet coun.

Why shall we dwell togyder all thre 
Crafty conuey.
Why man it were to great a wonder
That we thre galauntes sholde be longe asonder
Counterfet coun.

For cockys harte gyue me thy hande
Fansy.
By the masse for ye are able to dystroy an hole lande
Crafty conuey.
By god yet it muste begynne moche of the 
Fansy.
Who that is ruled by vs it shalbe longe or he thee
Counterfet coun.

But I say kepest thou the olde name styll that thou had
Crafty conuey.
Why wenyst thou horson that I were so mad
Fansy.
Nay nay he hath chaunged his & I haue chaunged myne
Counterfet coun.

Nowe what is his name and what is thyne 
Fansy.
In faythe largesse I hyght
And I am made a knyght.
Counterfet coun.

A rebellyon agaynst nature.
So large a man and so lytell of stature
But syr howe counterfetyd ye 
Crafty Conveyance
Sure surueyaunce I named me
Counterfeit Countenance
Surueyaunce; where ye suruey
Thryfte hathe lost her cofer kay.
Fansy.
But is it not well howe thynkest thou
Counterfet coun.

Yes syr I gyue god auowe 
Myselfe coude not counterfet it better
But what became of the letter
That I counterfeyted you vnderneth a shrowde
Fansy.
By the masse odly well alowde
Crafty conuey.
By god had not I it conuayed 
Yet fansy had ben dyscryued
Counterfet coun.

I wote thou arte false ynoughe for one
Fansy.
By my trouthe we had ben gone
And yet in fayth man we lacked the
For to speke with lyberte 
Counterfet coun.

What Is largesse without lyberte
Crafty conuey.
By mesure mastered yet is he
Counterfet coun.

What Is your conueyaunce no better
Fansy.
In faythe mesure is lyke a tetter
That ouergroweth a mannes face 
So he ruleth ouer all our place
Crafty conuey.
Nowe therfore whylest we are togyder
Counterfet countenaunce nay come hyder
I say whylest we are togyder in same
Counterfet coun.

Tushe a strawe it is a shame 
That we can no better than so
Fansy.
We wyll remedy it man or we go
For lyke as mustarde is sharpe of taste
Ryght so a sharpe fansy must be founde
Wherwith mesure to confounde 
Crafty conuey.
Can you a remedy for a tysyke
That sheweth yourselfe thus spedde in physyke
Counterfet coun.

It is a gentyll reason of a rake
Fansy.
For all these Iapes yet that ye make
Crafty conuey.
Your fansy maketh myne elbowe to ake 
Fansy.
Let se fynde you a better way
Counterfet coun.

Take no dyspleasure of that we say
Crafty conuey.
Nay and you be angry and ouerwharte
A man may beshrowe your angry harte
Fansy.
Tushe a strawe I thought none yll 
Counterfet coun.

What shall we Iangle thus all the day styll
Crafty conuey.
Nay Let vs our heddes togyder cast
Fansy.
Ye and se howe it may be compast
That mesure were cast out of the dores
Counterfet coun.

Alasse where is my botes and my spores 
Crafty conuey.
In all this hast whether wyll ye ryde
Counterfet coun.

I trowe it shall not nede to abyde
Cockes woundes se syrs se se
Hic ingrediatur cloked colusyon cum elato aspectu deorsum et sursum ambulando.
Fansy.
Cockes armes what is he
Crafty conuey.
By cockes harte he loketh hye 
He hawketh me thynke for a butterflye
Counterfet coun.

Nowe by cockes harte well abyden
For had you not come I had ryden
Cloked colusyon

Thy wordes be but wynde neuer; they haue no wayght
Thou hast made me play the Iurde hayte 
Counterfet coun.

And yf ye knewe howe I haue mused
I am sure ye wolde haue me excused
Cloked colusyon

I say come hyder what are these twayne
Counterfet coun.

By god syr this is fansy small brayne
And crafty conuayaunce knowe you not hym 
Cloked colusyon

Knowe hym syr quod he; yes by saynt sym.
Here is a leysshe of ratches to renne an hare
Woo is that purse that ye shall share
Fansy.
What call ye him this
Crafty conuey.
I trowe that he is 
Counterfet coun.

Tushe holde your pece
Se you not howe they prece
For to knowe your name
Cloked colusyon

Knowe they not me they are to blame
Knowe you not me syrs. 
Fansy.
No in dede
Crafty conuey.
Abyde lette me se; take better hede
Cockes harte it is cloked colusyon.
Cloked colusyon

A syr I pray god gyue you confusyon
Fansy.
Cockes armes is that your name 
Counterfet coun.

Ye by the masse this is euen the same
That all this matter must vnder grope
Crafty conuey.
What is this he wereth a cope
Cloked colusyon

Cappe syr I say you be to bolde.
Fansy.
Se howe he is wrapped for the colde 
Is it not a vestment
Cloked colusyon
A ye wante a rope
Counterfet coun.

Tushe it is syr Iohnn double cope
Fansy.
Syr and yf ye wolde not be wrothe
Cloked colusyon

What sayst 
Fansy.
Here was to lytell clothe
Cloked colusyon

A fansy fansy god sende the brayne
Fansy.
Ye for your wyt is cloked for the rayne
Crafty conuey.
Nay lette vs not clatter thus styll
Cloked colusyon

Tell me syrs; what is your wyll 
Counterfet coun.

Syr it is so that these twayne
With magnyfycence in housholde do remayne
And there they wolde haue me to dwell
But I wyll be ruled after your counsell
Fansy.
Mary so wyll we also 
Cloked colusyon

But tell me where aboute ye go
Counterfet coun.

By god we wolde gete vs all thyder
Spell the remenaunt and do togyder
Cloked colusyon

Hath magnyfycence ony tresure
Crafty conuey.
Ye but he spendeth it all in mesure 
Cloked colusyon

Why dwelleth mesure where ye two dwell
In faythe he were better to dwell in hell
Fansy.
Yet where we wonne nowe there wonneth he
Cloked colusyon

And haue you not amonge you lyberte
Counterfet coun.

Ye but he is a captyuyte 
Cloked colusyon

What the deuyll howe may that be
Counterfet coun.

I can not tell you why aske you me
Aske these two that there dothe dwell
Cloked Colusion

Syr the playnesse you me tell
Crafty conuey.
There dwelleth a mayster men calleth mesure 
Fansy.
Ye and he hath rule of all his tresure
Crafty conuey.
Nay eyther let me tell or elles tell ye
Fansy.
I care not I; tell on for me
Counterfet coun.

I pray god let you neuer to thee
Cloked colusyon

What the deuyll ayleth you can you not agree 
Crafty conuey.
I wyll passe ouer the cyrcumstaunce
And shortly shewe you the hole substaunce
Fansy and I we twayne
With magnyfycence in housholde do remayne
And counterfeted our names we haue 
Craftely all thynges vpryght to saue
His name largesse; surueyaunce myne
Magnyfycence to vs begynneth to enclyne
Counterfet countenaunce to haue also
And wolde that we sholde for hym go 
Counterfet coun.

But shall I haue myne olde name styll
Crafty conuey.
Pease I haue not yet sayd what I wyll
Fansy.
Here is a pystell of a postyke
Cloked colusyon

Tusshe fonnysshe fansy thou arte frantyke
Tell on syr howe then 
Crafty conuey.
Mary syr he told vs when
We had hym founde we sholde hym brynge
And that we fayled not for nothynge
Cloked colusyon

All this ye may easely brynge aboute
Fansy.
Mary the better and mesure were out 
Cloked colusyon

Why can ye not put out that foule freke
Crafty conuey.
No in euery corner he wyll peke
So that we haue no lyberte
Nor no man in courte but he
For lyberte he hath in gydyng 
Counterfet coun.

In fayth and without lyberte there is no bydyng
Fansy.
In fayth and lybertyes rome is there but small
Cloked colusyon

Hem? that lyke I nothynge at all
Crafty conuey.
But counterfet countenaunce go we togyder
All thre I say 
Counterfet coun.
Shall I go? whyder.
Crafty conuey.
To magnyfycence with vs twayne
And in his seruyce the to retayne
Counterfet coun.

But then syr what shall I hyght
Crafty conuey.
Ye and I talkyd therof to nyght 
Fansy.
Ye my fansy was out of owle flyght
For it is out of my mynde quyght
Crafty conuey.
And nowe it cometh to my remembraunce
Syr ye shall hyght good demeynaunce
Counterfet coun.

By the armes of calys well conceyued 
Crafty conuey.
When we haue hym thyder conuayed
What and I frame suche a slyght
That fansy with his fonde consayte
Put magnyfycence in suche a madnesse
That he shall haue you in the stede of sadnesse 
And sober sadnesse shalbe your name
Cloked colusyon

By cockys body here begynneth the game
For then shall we so craftely cary
That mesure shall not there longe tary
Fansy.
For cockys harte tary whylyst that I come agayne 
Crafty conuey.
We wyll se you shortly one of vs twayne
Counterfet coun.

Now let vs go and we shall then
Cloked colusyon

Nowe let se quyte you lyke praty men
Exeunt FANSY, CRAFTY CONVEYAUNCE and COUNTERFET COUNTENAUNCE
Hic deambulat.

To passe the tyme and order whyle a man may talke
Of one thynge and other to occupy the place 
Then for the season that I here shall walke
As good to be occupyed as vp and downe to trace
And do nothynge how be it full lytell grace
There cometh and groweth of my comynge
For clokyd colusyon is a perylous thynge 
Double delynge and I be all one
Craftynge and haftynge contryued is by me
I can dyssemble I can bothe laughe and grone
Playne delynge and I can neuer agre
But dyuysyon dyssencyon dyrysyon these thre 
And I am counterfet of one mynde and thought
By the menys of myschyef to bryng all thynges to nought
And though I be so odyous a geste
And euery man gladly my company wolde refuse
In faythe yet am I occupyed with the best 
Full fewe that can themselfe of me excuse
Whan other men laughe than study I and muse
Deuysynge the meanes and wayes that I can
Howe I may hurte and hynder euery man
Two faces in a hode couertly I bere 
Water in the one hande and fyre in the other
I can fede forth a fole and lede hym by the eyre
Falshode in felowshyp is my sworne brother.
By cloked colusyon I say and none other
Comberaunce and trouble in Englande fyrst I began 
From that lorde to that lorde I rode and I ran
And flatered them with fables fayre before theyr face.
And tolde all the myschyef I coude behynde theyr backe.
And made as I had knowen nothynge of the case
I wolde begyn all myschyef but I wolde bere no lacke 
Thus can I lerne you syrs to bere the deuyls sacke
And yet I trowe some of you be better sped than I
Frendshyp to fayne and thynke full lytherly
Paynte to a purpose good countenaunce I can.
And craftely can I grope howe euery man is mynded. 
My purpose is to spy and to poynte euery man.
My tonge is with fauell forked and tyned
By cloked colusyon thus many one is begyled.
Eche man to hynder I gape and I gaspe
My speche is all pleasure; but I stynge lyke a waspe 
I am neuer glad but whan I may do yll.
And neuer am I sory but whan that I se
I can not myne appetyte accomplysshe and fulfyll
In hynderaunce of welthe and prosperyte
I laughe at all shrewdenes; and lye at lyberte 
I muster I medle amonge these grete estates
I sowe sedycyous sedes of dyscorde and debates
To flater and to flery is all my pretence
Amonge all suche persones as I well vnderstonde
Be lyght of byleue and hasty of credence 
I make them to startyll and sparkyll lyke a bronde.
I moue them I mase them I make them so fonde
That they wyll here no man but the fyrst tale
And so by these meanes I brewe moche bale
Hic ingrediatur courtly abusyon cantando.
Courtly abusion
Huffa huffa taunderum taunderum tayne huffa huffa. 
Cloked colusyon

This was properly prated syrs what sayd a
Courtly abusion
Rutty bully Ioly rutterkyn heyda
Cloked colusyon

De que pays este vous.
Et faciat tanquam exuat beretum ironice.
Courtly abusyon
Decke your hofte and couer a lowce
Cloked colusyon

Say vous chaunter venter tre dawce 
Courtly abusyon
Wyda wyda.
Howe sayst thou man am not I a Ioly rutter.
Cloked colusyon

Gyue this gentylman rome syrs stonde vtter
By god syr what nede all this waste
What is this a betell or a batowe or a buskyn lacyd 
Courtly abusyon
What wenyst thou that I knowe the not clokyd colusyon
Cloked colusyon

And wenyst thou that I knowe not the cankard abusyon
Courtly abusyon
Cankard Iacke hare loke thou be not rusty
For thou shalt well knowe I am nother durty nor dusty.
Cloked colusyon

Dusty nay syr ye be all of the lusty 
Howe be it of scape thryfte your clokes smelleth musty
But whether art thou walkynge in faythe vnfaynyd
Courtly abusyon
Mary with magnyfycence I wolde be retaynyd
Cloked colusyon

By the masse for the cowrte thou art a mete man
Thy slyppers they swap it; yet thou fotys it lyke a swanne 
Courtly abusyon
Ye so I can deuyse my gere after the cowrtly maner
Cloked colusyon

So thou arte personable to bere a prynces baner.
By goddes fote & I dare well fyght for I wyll not start
Courtly abusyon
Nay thou art a man good Inough but for thy false hart
Cloked colusyon

Well and I be a coward there is mo than I 
Courtly abusyon
Ye in faythe a bolde man and a hardy
Cloked colusyon

A bolde man in a bole of newe ale in cornys
Courtly abusyon
Wyll ye se this gentylman is all in his skornys
Cloked colusyon

But are ye not auysed to dwell where ye spake
Courtly abusyon
I am of fewe wordys I loue not to crake 
Beryst thou any rome or cannyst thou do ought
Cannyst thou helpe in fauer that I myght be brought
Cloked colusyon

I may do somwhat and more I thynke shall
Here cometh in Crafty conueyaunce poyntyng with his fynger and sayth.
Crafty Conveyance
Hem colusyon.
Courtly abusyon
Cockys harte who is yonde that for the dothe call 
Crafty Conveyance
Nay come at ones for the armys of the dyce
Courtly abusyon
Cockys armys he hath callyd for the twyce
Cloked colusyon
By cockys harte and call shall agayne
To come to me I trowe he shalbe fayne 
Courtly abusyon
What is thy harte pryckyd with such a prowde pynne
Cloked colusyon

Tushe he that hath nede man let hym rynne
Crafty conuey.
Nay come away man thou playst the cayser
Cloked Colusion
By the masse thou shalt byde my leyser
Crafty conuey.
A byde syr quod he? mary so I do
Courtly abusyon
He wyll come man when he may tende to
Crafty conuey.
What the deuyll who sent for the
Cloked colusyon

Here he is nowe man mayst thou not se
Crafty conuey.
What the deuyll man what thou menyst 
Art thou so angry as thou semyst
Courtly abusyon
What the deuyll can ye agre no better
Crafty conuey.
What the deuyll where had we this ioly Ietter
Cloked colusyon

What sayst thou man why dost thou not supplye
And desyre me thy good mayster to be 
Courtly abusyon
Spekest thou to me
Cloked colusyon
Ye so I tell the
Courtly abusyon
Cockes bones I ne tell can
Whiche of you is the better man
Or whiche of you can do most 
Crafty conuey.
In fayth I rule moche of the rost
Cloked colusyon

Rule the roste thou woldest ye
As skante thou had no nede of me
Crafty conuey.
Nede yes mary I say not nay
Courtly abusyon
Cockes harte I trowe thou wylte make a fray 
Crafty conuey.
Nay in good faythe it is but the gyse
Cloked colusyon

No for or we stryke we wyll be aduysed twyse
Courtly abusyon
What the deuyll vse ye not to drawe no swordes
Crafty conuey.
No by my trouthe but crake grete wordes.
Courtly abusyon
Why is this the gyse nowe adayes 
Cloked colusyon

Ye for surety ofte peas is taken for frayes
But syr I wyll haue this man with me
Crafty conuey.
Conuey yourselfe fyrst let se
Cloked colusyon

Well tary here tyll I for you sende
Crafty conuey.
Why shall he be of your bende 
Cloked colusyon

Tary here wote ye what I say
Courtly abusyon
I waraunt you I wyll not go away
Crafty conuey.
By saynt mary he is a tawle man
Cloked colusyon

Ye and do ryght good seruyce he can
I knowe in hym no defaute 
But that the horson is prowde and hawte.
And so they go out of the place.
Courtly abusion
Nay purchace ye a pardon for the pose.
For pryde hath plucked the by the nose
As well as me I wolde and I durste
But nowe I wyll not say the worste 
Courtly abusyon alone in the place.

What nowe let se;
Who loketh on me
Well rounde aboute;
Howe gay and howe stoute
That I can were; 
Courtly my gere
My heyre bussheth;
So plesauntly
My robe russheth;
So ruttyngly 
Me seme I flye;
I am so lyght
To daunce de lyght
Properly drest;
All poynte deuyse 
My persone prest;
Beyonde all syse
Of the newe gyse
To russhe it oute;
In euery route 
Beyonde measure;
My sleue is wyde
Al of pleasure
My hose strayte tyde;
My buskyn wyde 
Ryche to beholde;
Gletterynge in golde
Abusyon;
Forsothe I hyght
Confusyon; 
Shall on hym lyght
By day or by nyght;
That vseth me
He can not thee
A very fon; 
A very asse
Wyll take vpon;
To compasse
That neuer was;
Abusyd before 
A very pore;
That so wyll do
He doth abuse;
Hym selfe to to
He dothe mysse vse; 
Eche man to akuse
To crake and prate;
I be foule his pate
This newe fonne Iet;
From out of Fraunce 
Fyrst I dyd set;
Made purueaunce
And suche ordenaunce
That all men it founde;
Through out Englonde 
All this nacyon;
I set on fyre
In my facyon
This theyr desyre;
This newe a tyre 
This ladyes haue;
I it them gaue
Spare for no coste
And yet in dede;
It is coste loste 
Moche more than nede;
For to excede
In suche aray
Howe be it I say;
A carlys sonne 
Brought vp of nought
Wyth me wyll wonne;
Whylyst he hath ought
He wyll haue wrought
His gowne so wyde; 
That he may hyde
His dame and his syre;
Within his slyue
Spende all his hyre;
That men hym gyue 
Wherfore I preue;
A tyborne checke
Shall breke his necke
Here cometh in fansy craynge stow stow.

All is out of harre;
And out of trace 
Ay warre and warre;
In euery place
But what the deuyll art thou;
That cryest stow stow
Fansy.
What whom haue we here Ienkyn Ioly 
Nowe welcom by the god holy
Courtly abusyon
What fansy my frende howe doste thou fare
Fansy.
By cryst as mery as a marche hare
Courtly abusyon
What the deuyll hast thou on thy fyste; an owle
Fansy.
Nay it is a farly fowle 
Courtly abusyon
Me thynke she frowneth and lokys sowre
Fansy.
Torde man it is an hawke of the towre
She is made for the malarde fat
Courtly abusyon
Me thynke she is well becked to catche a rat
But nowe what tydynges can you tell let se 
Fansy.
Mary I am come for the
Courtly abusyon
For me
Fansy.
Ye for the so I say 
Courtly abusyon
Howe so tell me I the pray
Fansy.
Why harde thou not of the fray 
That fell amonge vs this same day
Courtly abusyon
No mary not yet
Fansy.
What the deuyll neuer a whyt.
Courtly abusyon
No by the masse what sholde I swere
Fansy.
In faythe lyberte is nowe a lusty spere 
Courtly abusyon
Why vnder whom was he abydynge
Fansy.
Mary mesure had hym a whyle in gydynge
Tyll as the deuyll wolde they fell a chydynge
With crafty conuayaunce
Courtly abusyon
Ye dyd they so
Fansy.
Ye by goddes sacrament and with other mo
Courtly abusyon
What neded that in the dyuyls date
Fansy.
Yes yes he fell with me also at debate
Courtly abusyon
With the also; what he playeth the state
Fansy.
Ye but I bade hym pyke out of the gate 
By goddes body so dyd I
Courtly abusyon
By the masse well done and boldely
Fansy.
Holde thy pease measure shall frome vs walke.
Courtly abusyon
Why is he crossed than with a chalke
Fansy.
Crossed; ye checked out of consayte 
Courtly abusyon
Howe so
Fansy.
By god by a praty slyght
As here after thou shalte knowe more
But I must tary here; go thou before
Courtly abusyon
With whom shall I there mete. 
Fansy.
Crafty conueyaunce standeth in the strete
Euen of purpose for the same
Courtly abusyon
Ye but what shall I call my name
Fansy.
Cockes harte tourne the let me se thyne aray
Cockes bones this is all of Iohnn de gay 
Courtly abusyon
So I am poynted after my consayte
Fansy.
Mary thou Iettes it of hyght
Courtly abusyon
Ye but of my name let vs be wyse
Fansy.
Mary lusty pleasure by myne aduyse
To name thyselfe come of it were done 
Courtly abusyon
Farewell my frende
Fansy.
Adue tyll sone
Exit COURTLY ABUSYON

Stowe byrde stowe stowe
It is best I fede my hawke now
There is many euyll faueryd and thou be foule 
Eche thynge is fayre when it is yonge; all hayle owle
Lo this is
My fansy Iwys
Nowe cryst it blysse
It is by Iesse 
A byrde full swete;
For me full mete
She is furred for the hete
All to the fete
Her browys bent; 
Her eyen glent
From tyne to trent;
From stroude to kent
A man shall fynde;
Many of her kynde 
Howe standeth the wynde;
Before or behynde
Barbyd lyke a nonne;
For burnynge of the sonne
Her fethers donne; 
Well faueryd bonne
Nowe let me se about;
In all this rowte
Yf I can fynde out;
So semely a snowte 
Amonge this prese;
Euen a hole mese
Pease man pease;
I rede we sease
So farly fayre as it lokys 
And her becke so comely crokys
Her naylys sharpe as tenter hokys
I haue not kept her yet thre wokys
And howe styll she dothe syt
Teuyt teuyt; 
Where is my wyt
The deuyll spede whyt
That was before I set behynde
Nowe to curteys forthwith vnkynde
Somtyme to sober; somtyme to sadde 
Somtyme to mery; somtyme to madde
Somtyme I syt as I were solempe prowde
Somtyme I laughe ouer lowde
Somtyme I wepe for a gew gaw
Somtyme I laughe at waggynge of a straw 
With a pere my loue you may wynne
And ye may lese it for a pynne
I haue a thynge for to say
And I may tende therto for play
But in faythe I am so occupyed 
On this halfe and on euery syde
That I wote not where I may rest.
Fyrst to tell you what were best.
Frantyke fansy seruyce I hyght
My wyttys be weke my braynys are lyght 
For it is I that other whyle
Plucke downe lede and theke with tyle
Nowe I wyll this and nowe I wyll that
Make a wyndmyll of a mat
Nowe I wolde and I wyst what 
Where is my cappe I haue lost my hat
And within an houre after
Plucke downe an house and set vp a rafter
Hyder and thyder I wote not whyder
Do and vndo bothe togyder 
Of a spyndell I wyll make a sparre
All that I make forthwith I marre
I blunder I bluster I blowe and I blother
I make on the one day and I marre on the other
Bysy bysy and euer bysy 
I daunce vp and downe tyll I am dyssy
I can fynde fantasyes where none is
I wyll not haue it; so I wyll haue it this
Hic ingrediatur Foly quatiendo crema et faciendo multum feriendo tabulas et similia.
Foly
Maysters cryst saue euerychone
What fansy arte thou here alone 
Fansy.
What fonnysshe foly I befole thy face
Foly
What frantyke fansy in a foles case
What is this an owle or a glede
By my trouthe she hathe a grete hede.
Fansy.
Tusshe thy lyppes hange in thyne eye. 
It is a frenche butterflye
Foly
By my trouthe I trowe well
But she is lesse a grete dele
Than a butterflye of our lande
Fansy.
What pylde curre ledest thou in thy hande 
Foly
A pylde curre
Fansy.
Ye so I tell the a pylde curre
Foly
Yet I solde his skynne to macke murre
In the stede of a budge furre
Fansy.
What fleyest thou his skynne euery yere 
Foly
Yes in faythe I thanke god I may here
Fansy.
What thou wylte coughe me a dawe for forty pens
Foly
Mary syr cokermowthe is a good way hens
Fansy.
What; of cokermowth spake I no worde
Foly
By my faythe syr the frubyssher hath my sworde 
Fansy.
A I trowe ye shall coughe me a fole
Foly
In faythe trouthe ye say we wente togyder to scole
Fansy.
Ye but I can somwhat more of the letter
Foly
I wyll not gyue an halfepeny for to chose the better.
Fansy.
But broder foly I wonder moche of one thynge 
That thou so hye fro me doth sprynge
And I so lytell alway styll
Foly
By god I can tell the and I wyll
Thou art so feble fantastycall
And so braynsyke therwithall 
And thy wyt wanderynge here and there
That thou cannyst not growe out of thy boyes gere
And as for me I take but one folysshe way
And therfore I growe more on one day
Than thou can in yerys seuen. 
Fansy.
In faythe trouth thou sayst nowe by god of heuen
For so with fantasyes my wyt dothe flete
That wysdome and I shall seldome mete
Nowe of good felowshyp let me by thy dogge
Foly
Cockys harte thou lyest I am no hogge 
Fansy.
Here is no man that callyd the hogge nor swyne
Foly
In faythe man my brayne is as good as thyne
Fansy.
The deuyls torde for thy brayne
Foly
By my syers soule I fele no rayne
Fansy.
By the masse I holde the madde 
Foly
Mary I knewe the when thou waste a ladde
Fansy.
Cockys bonys herde ye euer syke another
Foly
Ye a fole the tone and a fole the tother
Fansy.
Nay but wotest thou what I do say
Foly
Why sayst thou that I was here yesterday 
Fansy.
Cockys armys this is a warke I trowe
Foly
What callyst thou me a donnyshe crowe
Fansy.
Nowe in good faythe thou art a fonde gest
Foly
Ye bere me this strawe to a dawys nest
Fansy.
What wenyst thou that I were so folysshe & so fonde 
Foly
In faythe ellys is there none in all Englonde
Fansy.
Yet for my fansy sake I say
Let me haue thy dogge what soeuer I pay
Foly
Thou shalte haue my purse and I wyll haue thyne
Fansy.
By my trouth there is myne 
Foly
Nowe by my trouth man take there is my purse
And I beshrowe hym that hath the worse
Fansy.
Torde I say what haue I do.
Here is nothynge but the bockyll of a sho
And in my purse was twenty marke 
Foly
Ha ha ha herke syrs harke
For all that my name hyght foly
By the masse yet art thou more fole than I
Fansy.
Yet gyue me thy dogge and I am content
And thou shalte haue my hauke to a botchment 
Foly
That euer thou thryue god it forfende
For goddes cope thou wyll spende
Nowe take thou my dogge and gyue me thy fowle
Fansy.
Hay chysshe come hyder
Foly
Nay torde take hym be tyme
Fansy.
What callest thou thy dogge
Foly
Tusshe his name is gryme.
Fansy.
Come gryme come gryme it is my praty dogges
Foly
In faythe there is not a better dogge for hogges
Not from Anwyke vnto aungey 
Fansy.
Ye but trowest thou that he be not maungey.
Foly
No by my trouthe it is but the scurfe and the scabbe
Fansy.
What he hathe ben hurte with a stabbe
Foly
Nay in faythe it was but a strype
That the horson had for etynge of a trype 
Fansy.
Where the deuyll gate he all these hurtes
Foly
By god for snatchynge of puddynges and wortes
Fansy.
What then he is some good poore mannes curre
Foly
Ye but he wyll in at euery mannes dore
Fansy.
Nowe thou hast done me a pleasure grete 
Foly
In faythe I wolde thou had a marmosete
Fansy.
Cockes harte I loue suche Iapes
Foly
Ye for all thy mynde is on owles and apes
But I haue thy pultre and thou hast my catell
Fansy.
Ye but thryfte and we haue made a batell 
Foly
Remembrest thou not the Iapes and the toyes
Fansy.
What that we vsed whan we were boyes
Foly
Ye by the rode euen the same
Fansy.
Yes yes I am yet as full of game
As euer I was and as full of tryfyls 
Nil nichelum nihil anglice nyfyls
Foly
What canest thou all this lutyn yet.
And hath so mased a wandrynge wyt
Fansy.
Tushe man I kepe some latyn in store
Foly
By cockes harte I wene thou hast no more 
Fansy.
No; yes in faythe I can versyfy
Foly
Then I pray the hartely.
Make a verse of my butterfly
It forseth not of the reason so it kepe ryme
Fansy.
But wylte thou make another on gryme 
Foly
Nay in fayth fyrst let me here thyne
Fansy.
Mary as for that thou shalte sone here myne
Fansy.
Est suauis uago with a shrewde face vilis Imago
Foly
Grimbaldus gredy snatche a puddyng tyl the rost be redy
Fansy.
By the harte of god well done 
Foly
Ye so redely and so sone
Here cometh in crafty conueyaunce.
Crafty conuey.
What fansy; let me se who is the tother
Fansy.
By god syr foly myne owne sworne brother
Crafty conuey.
Cockys bonys it is a farle freke
Can he play well at the hoddypeke 
Fansy.
Tell by thy trouth what sport can thou make.
Foly
A holde thy peas I haue the tothe ake
Crafty conuey.
The tothe ake? lo a torde ye haue
Foly
Ye thou haste the four quarters of a knaue
Crafty conuey.
Wotyst thou I say to whom thou spekys 
Fansy.
Nay by cockys harte he ne reckys
For he wyll speke to magnyfycence thus
Crafty conuey.
Cockys armys a mete man for vs
Foly
What wolde ye haue mo folys and are so many
Fansy.
Nay offer hym a counter in stede of a peny 
Crafty conuey.
Why thynkys thou he can no better skyll
Foly
In fayth I can make you bothe folys and I wyll
Crafty conuey.

What haste thou on thy fyst a kesteryll
Foly
Nay Iwys fole it is a doteryll
Crafty conuey.
In a cote thou can play well the dyser 
Foly
Ye but thou can play the fole without a vyser
Fansy.
Howe rode he by you; howe put he to you
Crafty conuey.
Mary as thou sayst; he gaue me a blurre
But where gatte thou that mangey curre
Fansy.
Mary it was his and nowe it is myne 
Crafty conuey.
And was it his and nowe it is thyne
Thou must haue thy fansy and thy wyll
But yet thou shalt holde me a fole styll
Foly
Why wenyst thou that I cannot make the play the fon
Fansy.
Yes by my faythe good syr Iohnn 
Crafty conuey.
For you bothe it were Inough
Foly
Why wenyst thou that I were as moche a fole as thou
Fansy.
Nay nay thou shalte fynde hym another maner of man
Foly
In faythe I can do mastryes so I can
Crafty conuey.
What canest thou do but play cocke wat 
Fansy.
Yes yet he wyll make the ete a gnat
Foly
Yes yes by my trouth I holde the a grote
That I shall laughe the out of thy cote
Crafty conuey.
Than wyll I say that thou haste no pere
Fansy.
Nowe by the rode and he wyll go nere 
Foly
Hem fansy regardes voyes
Here foly maketh semblaunt to take a lowse from crafty conueyaunce showlder.
Fansy.
What hast thou founde there
Foly
By god a lowse
Crafty conuey.
By cockes harte I trowe thou lyste
Foly
By the masse a spaynysshe moght with a gray lyste. 
Fansy.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Crafty conuey.
Cockes armes it is not so I trowe.
Here crafty conueyaunce putteth of his gowne.
Foly
Put on thy gowne agayne for thou hast lost nowe.
Fansy.
Lo Iohnn a bonam where is thy brayne.
Nowe put on fole thy cote agayne 
Foly
Gyue me my grote for thou hast lost
Here foly maketh semblaunt to take money of crafty conueyaunce saynge to hym.

Shyt thy purse dawe and do no cost
Fansy.
Nowe hast thou not a prowde mocke & a starke.
Crafty conuey.
With yes by the rode of wodstocke parke.
Fansy.
Nay I tell the he maketh no dowtes 
To tourne a fole out of his clowtes.
Crafty conuey.
And for a fole a man wolde hym take
Foly
Nay it is I that foles can make
For be he cayser or be he kynge
To felowshyp with foly I can hym brynge 
Fansy.
Nay wylte thou here nowe of his scoles.
And what maner of people he maketh foles.
Crafty conuey.
Ye let vs here a worde or twayne
Foly
Syr of my maner I shall tell you the playne
Fyrst I lay before them my bybyll 
And teche them howe they sholde syt ydyll
To pyke theyr fyngers all the day longe
So in theyr eyre I synge them a songe
And make them so longe to muse.
That some of them renneth strayght to the stuse 
To thefte and bryboury I make some fall.
And pyke a locke and clyme a wall
And where I spy a nysot gay
That wyll syt ydyll all the day
And can not set herselfe to warke 
I kyndell in her suche a lyther sparke
That rubbed she must be on the gall
Bytwene the tappet and the wall
Crafty conuey.
What horson arte thou suche a one
Fansy.
Nay beyonde all other set hym alone 
Crafty conuey.
Hast thou ony more let se procede.
Foly
Ye by god syr for a nede
I haue another maner of sorte
That I laugh at for my dysporte
And those be they that come vp of nought 
As some be not ferce and yf it were well sought
Suche dawys what soeuer they be
That be set in auctorite
Anone he waxyth so hy and prowde
He frownyth fyersly brymly browde 
The knaue wolde make it koy and he cowde
All that he dothe muste be alowde
And this is not well done syr take hede
And maketh hym besy where is no nede
He dawnsys so longe hey troly loly 
That euery man lawghyth at his foly
Crafty conuey.
By the good lorde truthe he sayth
Fansy.
Thynkyst thou not so by thy fayth
Crafty conuey.
Thynke I not so quod he ellys haue I shame
For I knowe dyuerse that vseth the same 
Foly
But nowe forsothe man it maketh no mater
For they that wyll so bysely smater
So helpe me god man euer at the length
I make hym lese moche of theyr strength
For with foly so do I them lede 
That wyt he wantyth when he hath moste nede
Fansy.
Forsothe tell on hast thou any mo
Foly
Yes I shall tell you or I go
Of dyuerse mo that hauntyth my scolys
Crafty conuey.
All men beware of suche folys 
Foly
There be two lyther rude and ranke
Symkyn tytyuell and pers pykthanke
Theys lythers I lerne them for to lere
What he sayth and she sayth to lay good ere
And tell to his sufferayne euery whyt 
And then he is moche made of for his wyt
And be the mater yll more or lesse
He wyll make it mykyll worse than it is
But all that he dothe and yf he reken well
It is but foly euery dell 
Fansy.
Are not his wordys cursydly cowchyd
Crafty conuey.
By god there be some that be shroudly towchyd
But I say let se and yf thou haue any more
Foly
I haue an hole armory of suche haburdashe in store
For there be other that foly dothe vse 
That folowe fonde fantasyes and vertu refuse
Fansy.
Nay that is my parte that thou spekest of nowe.
Foly
So is all the remenaunt I make god auowe
For thou fourmest suche fantasyes in theyr mynde
That euery man almost groweth out of kynde. 
Crafty conuey.
By the masse I am glad that I came hyder.
To here you two rutters dyspute togyder
Fansy.
Nay but fansy must be eyther fyrst or last
Foly
But whan foly cometh all is past
Fansy.
I wote not whether it cometh of the or of me 
But all is foly that I can se
Crafty conuey.
Mary syr ye may swere it on a boke
Foly
Ye tourne ouer the lefe rede there and loke
Howe frantyke fansy fyrst of all
Maketh man and woman in foly to fall 
Crafty conuey.
A syr a a howe by that
Fansy.
A peryllous thynge to cast a cat
Vpon a naked man and yf she scrat
Foly
So how I say the hare is squat
For frantyke fansy thou makest men madde 
And I foly bryngeth them to qui fuit gadde
With qui fuit brayne seke I haue them brought
From qui fuit aliquid to shyre shakynge nought
Crafty conuey.
Well argued and surely on bothe sydes
But for the fansy magnyfycence abydes 
Fansy.
Why shall I not haue foly with me also.
Crafty conuey.
Yes perde man whether that ye ryde or go
Yet for his name we must fynde a slyght
Fansy.
By the masse he shall hyght consayte
Crafty conuey.
Not a better name vnder the sonne 
With magnyfycence thou shalte wonne
Foly
God haue mercy good godfather
Crafty conuey.
Yet I wolde that ye had gone rather.
For as sone as you come in magnyfycence syght
All mesure and good rule is gone quyte 
Fansy.
And shall we haue lyberte to do what we wyll
Crafty conuey.
Ryot at lyberte russheth it out styll
Foly
Ye but tell me one thynge
Crafty conuey.
What is that
Foly
Who is mayster of the masshe fat
Fansy.
Ye for he hathe a full dry soule
Crafty conuey.
Cockes armes thou shalte kepe the brewhouse boule.
Foly
But may I drynke therof whylest that I stare
Crafty conuey.
When mesure is gone what nedest thou spare
Whan mesure is gone we may slee care 
Foly

Nowe then goo we hens; away the mare
Exeunt Fansy and Foly
Crafty conueyaunce alone in the place.
Crafty conuey.
It is wonder to se the worlde aboute
To se what foly is vsed in euery place
Foly hath a rome I say in euery route
To put where he lyst foly hath fre chace 
Foly and fansy all where euery man dothe face & brace
Foly fotyth it properly fansy ledyth the dawnce
And next come I after crafty conueyaunce
Who so to me gyueth good aduertence
Shall se many thyngys donne craftely 
By me conueyed is wanton insolence
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Pryuy poyntmentys conueyed so properly
For many tymes moche kyndnesse is denyed
For drede that we dare not ofte lest we be spyed 
By me is conueyed mykyll praty ware
Somtyme I say behynde the dore for nede
I haue an hoby can make larkys to dare
I knyt togyther many a broken threde
It is great almesse the hungre to fede 
To clothe the nakyd where is lackynge a smocke
Trymme at her tayle or a man can turne a socke
What howe be ye mery was it not well conueyed
As oft as ye lyst so honeste be sauyd
Alas dere harte loke that we be not perseyuyd 
Without crafte nothynge is well behauyd
Though I shewe you curtesy say not that I craued
Yet conuey it craftely and hardely spare not for me
So that there knowe no man but I and she
Thefte also and pety brybery 
Without me be full oft aspyed
My inwyt delynge there can no man dyscry
Conuey it be crafte lyft and lay a syde
Full moche flatery and falsehode I hyde
And by crafty conueyaunce I wyll and I can 
Saue a stronge thefe and hange a trew man
But some man wolde conuey and can not skyll
As malypert tauernars that checke with theyr betters
Theyr conueyaunce weltyth the worke all by wyll
And some wyll take vpon them to conterfet letters 
And therwith all conuey hymselfe into a payre of fetters
And some wyll conuey by the pretence of sadnesse
Tyll all theyr conueyaunce is turnyd into madnesse
Crafty conueyaunce is no chyldys game
By crafty conueyaunce many one is  brought vp of nought
Crafty conueyaunce can cloke hymselfe frome shame
For by crafty conueyaunce wonderful thynges are wrought
By conuayaunce crafty I haue brought
Unto magnyfycence a full vngracyous sorte
For all hokes vnhappy to me haue resorte 
Here cometh in Magnyfycence with Lyberte and Felycyte.
Magnyfycence
Trust me lyberte it greueth me ryght sore
To se you thus ruled and stande in suche awe.
Lyberte.
Syr as by my wyll it shall be so no more.
Felycyte.
Yet lyberte without rule is not worth a strawe.
Magnyfycence
Tushe holde your peas ye speke lyke a dawe 
Ye shall be occupyed welthe at my wyll
Crafty conuey.
All that ye say syr is reason and skyll
Magnyfycence
Mayster suruayour where haue ye ben so longe
Remembre ye not how my lyberte by mesure ruled was
Crafty conuey.
In good faythe syr me semeth he had the more wronge 
Lyberte.
Mary syr so dyd he excede and passe
They droue me to lernynge lyke a dull asse
Felycyte.
It is good yet that lyberte be ruled by reason
Magnyfycence
Tushe holde your peas ye speke out of season.
Yourselfe shall be ruled by lyberte and largesse 
Felycyte.
I am content so it in measure be
Lyberte.
Must mesure in the mares name you furnysshe & dresse
Magnyfycence
Nay nay not so my frende felycyte
Crafty conuey.
Not and your grace wolde be ruled by me
Lyberte.
Nay he shall be ruled euen as I lyst 
Felycyte.
Yet it is good to beware of had I wyst.
Magnyfycence
Syr by lyberte and largesse I wyll that ye shall
Be gouerned and gyded wote ye what I say
Mayster suruayour largesse to me call
Crafty conuey.
It shall be done 
Magnyfycence
Ye but byd hym come away
At ones; and let hym not tary all day 
Here goth out Crafty conuayaunce.
Felycyte.
Yet it is good wysdome to worke wysely by welth.
Lyberte.
Holde thy tonge and thou loue thy helth
Magnyfycence
What wyll ye waste wynde and prate thus in vayne. 
Ye haue eten sauce I trowe at the taylers hall
Lyberte.
Be not to bolde my frende I counsell you bere a brayne
Magnyfycence
And what so we say holde you content withall.
Felycyte.
Syr yet without sapyence your substaunce may be smal
For where is no mesure howe may worshyp endure. 
Here cometh in Fansy.
Fansy.
Syr I am here at your pleasure
Your grace sent for me I wene; what is your wyll
Magnyfycence
Come hyther largesse take here felycyte
Fansy.
Why wene you that I can kepe hym longe styll.
Magnyfycence
To rule as ye lyst lo here is lyberte 
Lyberte.
I am here redy
Fansy.
What shall we
Haue welth at our gydynge to rule as we lyst 
Then fare well thryfte by hym that crosse kyst.
Felycyte.
I truste your grace wyll be agreabyll 
That I shall suffer none impechment
By theyr demenaunce nor losse repryuable
Magnyfycence
Syr ye shall folowe myne appetyte and intent
Felycyte.
So it be by mesure I am ryght well content
Fansy.
What all by mesure good syr and none excesse 
Lyberte.
Why welth hath made many a man braynlesse
Felycyte.
That was by the menys of to moche lyberte
Magnyfycence
What can ye agree thus and appose
Felycyte.
Syr as I say there was no faute in me
Lyberte.
Ye of Iacke a thrommys bybyll can ye make a glose 
Fansy.
Sore sayde I tell you and well to the purpose
What sholde a man do with you loke you vnder kay
Felycyte.
I say it is foly to gyue all welth away
Lyberte.
Whether sholde welth be rulyd by lyberte
Or lyberte by welth let se tell me that 
Felycyte.
Syr as me semeth ye sholde be rulyd be me
Magnyfycence
What nede you with hym thus prate and chat
Fansy.
Shewe vs your mynde then howe to do and what
Magnyfycence
I say that I wyll ye haue hym in gydynge
Lyberte.
Mayster felycyte let be your chydynge 
And so as ye se it wyll be no better
Take it in worthe suche as ye fynde
Fansy.
What the deuyll man your name shalbe the greter
For welth without largesse is all out of kynde
Lyberte.
And welth is nought worthe; yf lyberte be behynde 
Magnyfycence
Nowe holde ye content for there is none other shyfte
Felycyte.
Than waste must be welcome and fare well thryfte
Magnyfycence
Take of his substaunce a sure inuentory
And get you home togyther for lyberte shall byde
And wayte vpon me 
Lyberte.
And yet for a memory
Make indentures howe ye and I shal gyde
Fansy.
I can do nothynge but he stonde besyde
Lyberte.
Syr we can do nothynge the one without the other
Magnyfycence
Well get you hens than and sende me some other 
Fansy.
Whom lusty pleasure or mery consayte
Magnyfycence
Nay fyrst lusty pleasure is my desyre to haue
And let the other another time awayte
Howe be it that fonde felowe is a mery knaue
But loke that ye occupye the auctoryte that I you gaue 
Here goeth out felycyte; lyberte; and fansy. Magnyfycence alone in the place.

For nowe syrs I am lyke as a prynce sholde be
I haue welth at wyll largesse and lyberte
Fortune to her lawys can not abandune me
But I shall of fortune rule the reyne
I fere nothynge fortunes perplexyte 
All honour to me must nedys stowpe and lene
I synge of two partys without a mene
I haue wynde and wether ouer all to sayle
No stormy rage agaynst me can peruayle
Alexander of  TYPE="place">Macedony kynge
That all the oryent had in subieccyon
Though al his conquestys were brought to rekenynge
Myght seme ryght wel vnder my proteccyon
To rayne? for all his marcyall affeccyon
For I am prynce perlesse prouyd of porte 
Bathyd with blysse embracyd with comforte
Syrus that soleme syar of Babylon
That Israell releysyd of theyr captyuyte
For al his pompe; for all his ryall trone
He may not be comparyd vnto me 
I am the dyamounde dowtlesse of dygnyte
Surely it is I that all may saue and spyll
No man so hardy to worke agaynst my wyll
Porcenya the prowde prouoste of turky lande
That ratyd the romaynes and made them yll rest 
Nor Cesar Iuly that no man myght withstande
Were neuer halfe so rychely as I am drest
No that I assure you loke who was the best
I reyne in my robys I rule as me lyst
I dryue downe these dastardys with a dynt of my fyste 
Of Cato the counte acountyd the cane
Daryus the doughty cheftayn of perse
I set not by the prowdest of them a prane
Ne by non other that any man can rehersse
I folowe in felycyte without reuersse 
I drede no daunger I dawnce all in delyte
My name is magnyfycence man most of myght
Hercules the herdy with his stobburne clobbyd mase
That made Cerberus to cache the cur dogge of hell
And Thesius that prowde was Pluto to face 
It wolde not become them with me for to mell
For of all barones bolde I bere the bell
Of all doughty I am doughtyest duke as I deme
To me all prynces to lowte man beseme
Cherlemayne that mantenyd the nobles of Fraunce 
Arthur of albyan for all his brymme berde
Nor basyan the bolde for all his brybaunce
Nor alerycus that rulyd the gothyaunce by swerd
Nor no man on molde can make me aferd
What man is so maysyd with me that dare mete 
I shall flappe hym as a fole to fall at my fete
Galba whom his galantys garde for a gaspe
Nor nero that nother set by god nor man
Nor vaspasyan that bare in his nose a waspe
Nor hanyball agayne rome gates that ranne 
Nor yet cypyo that noble cartage wanne
Nor none so hardy of them with me that durste crake
But I shall frounce them on the foretop & gar them to quake
Here cometh in courtly abusyon doynge reuerence and courtesy.
Courtly abusyon
At your commaundement syr wyth all dew reuerence
Magnyfycence
Welcom pleasure to our magnyfycence 
Courtly abusyon
Plesyth it your grace to shewe what I do shall
Magnyfycence
Let vs here of your pleasure to passe the tyme withall
Courtly abusyon
Syr then with the fauour of your benynge sufferaunce
To shewe you my mynde my selfe I wyll auaunce
If it lyke your grace to take it in degre 
Magnyfycence
Yes syr so good man in you I se
And in your delynge so good assuraunce
That we delyte gretly in your dalyaunce.
Courtly abusyon
A syr your grace me dothe extole and rayse
And ferre beyond my merytys ye me commende & prayse 
Howe be it I wolde be ryght gladde I you assure
Any thynge to do that myght be to your pleasure
Magnyfycence
As I be saued with pleasure I am supprysyd
Of your langage it is so well deuysed
Pullyshyd and fresshe is your ornacy 
Courtly abusyon
A I wolde to god that I were halfe so crafty
Or in electe vtteraunce halfe so eloquent
As that I myght your noble grace content
Magnyfycence
Truste me with you I am hyghly pleasyd
For in my fauour I haue you feffyd and seasyd 
He is not lyuynge your maners can amend
Mary your speche is as pleasant as though it were pend
To here your comon it is my hygh comforte
Poynt deuyse all pleasure is your porte
Courtly abusyon
Syr I am the better of your noble reporte 
But of your pacyence vnder the supporte
If it wolde lyke you to here my pore mynde
Magnyfycence
Speke I beseche the leue nothynge behynde
Courtly abusyon
So as ye be a prynce of great myght
It is semynge your pleasure ye delyte 
And to aqueynte you with carnall delectacyon
And to fall in a quayntaunce with euery newe facyon
And quyckely your appetytes to sharpe and adresse
To fasten your fansy vpon a fayre maystresse
That quyckly is enuyued with rudyes of the rose 
Inpurtured with fetures after your purpose
The streynes of her vaynes as asure Inde blewe.
Enbudded with beautye and colour fresshe of hewe
As lyly whyte to loke vpon her leyre
Her eyen relucent as carbuncle so clere. 
Her mouthe enbawmed dylectable and mery
Her lusty lyppes ruddy as the chery.
Howe lyke you; ye lacke syr suche a lusty lasse
Magnyfycence
A that were a baby to brace and to basse
I wolde I had by hym that hell dyd harowe 
With me in kepynge suche a phylyp sparowe
I wolde hauke whylest my hede dyd warke
So I myght hobby for suche a lusty larke
These wordes in myne eyre they be so lustely spoken
That on suche a female my flesshe wolde be wroken 
They towche me so thorowly and tykyll my consayte.
That weryed I wolde be on suche a bayte
A cockes armes where myght suche one be founde
Courtly abusyon
Wyll ye spende ony money
Magnyfycence
Ye a thousande pounde
Courtly abusyon
Nay nay for lesse I waraunt you to be sped
And brought home and layde in your bed
Magnyfycence
Wolde money trowest thou make suche one to the call
Courtly abusyon
Money maketh marchauntes I tell you ouer all
Magnyfycence
Why wyl a maystres be wonne for money & for golde 
Courtly abusyon
Why was not for money troy bothe bought and solde
Full many a strong cyte and towne hath been wonne.
By the meanes of money without ony gonne.
A maystres I tell you is but a small thynge
A goodly rybon or a golde rynge 
May wynne with a sawte the fortresse of the holde
But one thynge I warne you prece forth and be bolde
Magnyfycence
Ye but some be full koy and passynge harde harted.
Courtly abusyon
But blessyd be our lorde they wyll be sone conuerted.
Magnyfycence
Why wyll they then be intreted the most and the lest 
Courtly abusyon
Ye for omnis mulier meritrix si celari potest
Magnyfycence
A I haue spyed ye can moche broken sorowe
Courtly abusyon
I coude holde you with suche talke hens tyll to morowe
But yf it lyke your grace more at large
Me to permyt my mynde to dyscharge 
I wolde yet shewe you further of my consayte
Magnyfycence
Let se what ye say shewe it strayte
Courtly abusyon
Wysely let these wordes in your mynde be wayed
By waywarde wylfulnes let eche thynge be conuayed
What so euer ye do folowe your owne wyll 
Be it reason or none it shall not gretely skyll
Be it ryght or wronge by the aduyse of me
Take your pleasure and vse free lyberte
And yf you se ony thynge agaynst your mynde
Then some occacyon or quarell ye must fynde 
And frowne it and face it as thoughe ye wolde fyght.
Frete yourselfe for anger and for dyspyte
Here no man what so euer they say
But do as ye lyst and take your owne way
Magnyfycence
Thy wordes and my mynde odly well accorde. 
Courtly abusyon
What sholde ye do elles are not you a lorde
Let your lust and lykynge stande for a lawe.
Be wrastynge and wrythynge and away drawe.
And ye se a man that with hym ye be not pleased
And that your mynde can not well be eased 
As yf a man fortune to touche you on the quyke
Then feyne yourselfe dyseased and make yourselfe seke
To styre vp your stomake you must you forge
Call for a caudell and cast vp your gorge,
With cockes armes rest shall I none haue 
Tyll I be reuenged on that horson knaue.
A howe my stomake wambleth I am all in a swete
Is there no horson that knaue that wyll bete.
Magnyfycence
By cockes woundes a wonder felowe thou arte
For ofte tymes suche a wamblynge goth ouer my harte 
Yet I am not harte seke but that me lyst.
For myrth I haue hym coryed beten and blyst
Hym that I loued not and made hym to loute
I am forthwith as hole as a troute
For suche abusyon I vse nowe and than 
Courtly abusyon
It is none abusyon syr in a noble man.
It is a pryncely pleasure and a lordly mynde.
Suche lustes at large may not be lefte behynde.
Here cometh in cloked colusyon with mesure.
to whom he speaks first.
Cloked colusyon

Stande styll here and ye shall se
That for your sake I wyll fall on my kne 
MESURE waits at the door.
Courtly abusyon
Syr sober sadnesse cometh wherfore it be
Magnyfycence
Stand vp syr ye are welcom to me
Cloked colusyon

Please it your grace at the contemplacyon
Of my pore instance and supplycacyon
Tenderly to consyder in your aduertence. 
Of our blessyd lorde syr at the reuerence
Remembre the good seruyce that mesure hath you done
And that ye wyll not cast hym away so sone
Magnyfycence
My frende as touchynge to this your mocyon.
I may say to you I haue but small deuocyon 
Howe be it at your instaunce I wyll the rather
Do as moche as for myne owne father
Cloked colusyon

Nay syr that affeccyon ought to be reserued
For of your grace I haue it nought deserued
But yf it lyke you that I myght rowne in your eyre 
To shewe you my mynde I wolde haue the lesse fere
Magnyfycence
Stande a lytell abacke syr and let hym come hyder.
Courtly abusyon
With a good wyll syr god spede you bothe togyder.
Cloked colusyon

Syr so it is this man is here by.
That for hym to laboure he hath prayde me hartely. 
Notwithstandynge to you be it sayde
To trust in me he is but dyssayued.
For so helpe me god for you he is not mete
I speke the softlyer because he sholde not wete
Magnyfycence
Come hyder pleasure you shall here myne entent. 
Mesure ye knowe wel with hym I can not be content
And surely as I am nowe aduysed
I wyll haue hym rehayted and dyspysed
Howe say ye syrs herein what is best.
Courtly abusyon
By myne aduyse with you in fayth he shall not rest 
Cloked colusyon

Yet syr reserued your better aduysement
It were better he spake with you or he wente
That he knowe not but that I haue supplyed.
All that I can his matter for to spede.
Magnyfycence
Nowe by your trouthe gaue he you not a brybe 
Cloked colusyon

Yes with his hande I made hym to subscrybe
A byll of recorde for an annuall rent
Courtly abusyon
But for all that he is lyke to haue a glent.
Cloked colusyon

Ye by my trouthe I shall waraunt you for me
And he go to the deuyll so that I may haue my fee 
What care I
Magnyfycence
By the masse well sayd
Courtly abusyon
What force ye so that ye be payde
Cloked colusyon

But yet lo I wolde or that he wente.
Lest that he thought that his money were euyll spente. 
That he wolde loke on hym thoughe it were not longe.
Magnyfycence
Well cannest thou helpe a preest to synge a songe
Cloked colusyon

So it is all the maner nowe a dayes
For to vse suche haftynge and crafty wayes
Courtly abusyon
He telleth you trouth syr as I you ensure 
Magnyfycence
Well for thy sake the better I may endure
That he come hyder and to gyue hym a loke
That he shall lyke the worse all this woke
Cloked colusyon

I care not howe sone he be refused
So that I may craftely be excused 
Courtly abusyon
Where is he
Cloked colusyon
Mary I made hym abyde
Whylest I came to you a lytell here besyde
Magnyfycence
Well call hym and let vs here hym reason
And we wyll be comonynge in the mene season 
Courtly abusyon
This is a wyse man syr where so euer ye hym had.
Magnyfycence
An honest person I tell you and a sad
Courtly abusyon
He can full craftely this matter brynge aboute
Magnyfycence
Whylest I haue hym I nede nothynge doute
Hic introducat colusion mesure magnyfycence aspectante vultu elatissimo.
Cloked colusyon

By the masse I haue done that I can 
And more than euer I dyd for ony man
I trowe ye herde yourselfe what I sayd
Measure.
Nay in dede but I sawe howe ye prayed
And made instance for me be lykelyhod
Cloked colusyon

Nay I tell you I am not wonte to fode 
Them that dare put theyr truste in me
And therof ye shall a larger profe se
Measure.
Syr god rewarde you as ye haue deserued
But thynke you with magnyfycence I shal be reserued
Cloked colusyon

By my trouth I can not tell you that 
But and I were as ye I wolde not set a gnat
By magnyfycence nor yet none of his
For go when ye shall of you shall he mysse
Measure.
Syr as ye say
Cloked colusyon
Nay come on with me
Yet ones agayne I shall fall on my kne
For your sake what so euer befall
I set not a flye and all go to all
Measure.
The holy goost be with your grace
Cloked colusyon

Syr I beseche you let pety haue some place 
In your brest towardes this gentylman
Magnyfycence
I was your good lorde tyll that ye beganne
So masterfully vpon you for to take
With my seruauntys and suche maystryes gan make
That holly my mynde with you is myscontente 
Wherfore I wyll that ye be resydent
With me no longer
Cloked colusyon
Say somwhat nowe let se;
For your selfe 
Measure.
Syr yf I myght permytted be
I wolde to you say a worde or twayne
Magnyfycence
What woldest thou lurden with me brawle agayne
Haue hym hens I say out of my syght
That day I se hym I shall be worse all nyght
Here mesure goth out of the place.
Courtly abusyon
Hens thou haynyarde out of the dores fast 
Exit COURTLY ABUSYON
Magnyfycence
Alas my stomake fareth as it wolde cast
Cloked colusyon

Abyde syr abyde let me holde your hede
Magnyfycence
A bolle or a basyn I say for goddes brede
A my hede; but is the horson gone
God gyue hym a myscheffe; nay nowe let me alone. 
Cloked colusyon

A good dryfte syr a praty fete
By the good lorde yet your temples bete
Magnyfycence
Nay so god me helpe it was no grete vexacyon
For I am panged ofte tymes in this same facyon
Cloked colusyon

Cockes armes howe pleasure plucked hym forth 
Magnyfycence
Ye walke he must it was no better worth
Cloked colusyon

Syr nowe me thynke your harte is well eased
Magnyfycence
Nowe measure is gone I am the better pleased.
Cloked colusyon

So to be ruled by measure it is a payne
Magnyfycence
Mary I wene he wolde not be glad to come agayne. 
Cloked colusyon

So I wote not what he sholde do here
Where mennes belyes is mesured there is no chere.
For I here but fewe men that gyue ony prayse
Unto measure I say nowe a days
Magnyfycence
Measure tut; what the deuyll of hell 
Scantly one with measure that wyll dwell
Cloked colusyon

Not amonge noble men as the worlde gothe.
It is no wonder therfore thoughe ye be wrothe
With mesure where as all noblenes is there I haue past
They catche that catche may; kepe and holde fast 
Out of all measure themselfe to enryche
No force what; thoughe his neyghbour dye in a dyche.
With pollynge and pluckynge out of all measure
Thus must ye stuffe and store your treasure
Magnyfycence
Yet somtyme parde I must vse largesse 
Cloked colusyon

Ye mary somtyme in a messe of vergesse
As in a tryfyll or in a thynge of nought
As gyuynge a thynge that ye neuer bought
It is the gyse nowe I say ouer all.
Largesse in wordes for rewardes are but small 
To make fayre promyse what are ye the worse
Let me haue the rule of your purse
Magnyfycence
I haue taken it to largesse and lyberte
Cloked colusyon

Than is it done as it sholde be
But vse your largesse by the aduyse of me 
And I shall waraunt you welth and lyberte.
Magnyfycence
Say on me thynke your reasons be profounde.
Cloked colusyon

Syr of my counsayle this shall be the grounde.
To chose out .ii.iii. of suche as you loue best
And let all your fansyes vpon them rest 
Spare for no cost to gyue them pounde and peny.
Better to make .iii. ryche than for to make many
Gyue them more than ynoughe and let them not lacke.
And as for all other let them trusse and packe.
Plucke from an hundred and gyue it to thre. 
Let neyther patent scape them nor fee
And where soeuer you wyll fall to a rekenynge.
Those thre wyll be redy euen at your bekenynge
For them shall you haue at lyberte to lowte
Let them haue all and the other go without 
Thus ioy without mesure you shall haue.
Magnyfycence
Thou sayst truthe by the harte that god me gaue
For as thou sayst ryght so shall it be.
And here I make the vpon lyberte
To be superuysour and on largesse also 
For as thou wylte so shall the game go
For in pleasure and surueyaunce and also in the.
I haue set my hole felycyte
And suche as you wyll shall lacke no promocyon
Cloked colusyon

Syr syth that in me ye haue suche deuocyon 
Commyttynge to me and to my felowes twayne
Your welthe and felycyte I trust we shall optayne
To do you seruyce after your appetyte
Magnyfycence
In faythe & your seruyce ryght well shall I acquyte.
And therfore hye you hens and take this ouer syght. 
Cloked colusyon

Nowe Iesu preserue you syr; prynce most of myght.
Here goth cloked colusyon awaye and leueth Magnyfycence alone in the place.
Magnyfycence
Thus I say I am enuyronned with solace
I drede no dyntes of fatall desteny
Well were that lady myght stande in my grace.
Me to enbrace; and loue moost specyally 
A lorde so I wolde halse her hartely
So I wolde clepe her so I wolde kys her swete
Here cometh in Foly.
Foly
Mary cryst graunt ye catche no colde on your fete
Magnyfycence
Who is this.
Foly
Consayte syr your owne man.
Magnyfycence
What tydynges with you syr; I befole thy brayne pan 
Foly
By our lakyn syr I haue ben a hawkyng for the wylde swan.
My hawke is rammysshe & it happed that she ran.
Flewe I sholde say in to an olde barne.
To reche at a rat I coude not her warne. 
She pynched her pynyon by god and catched harme.
It was a ronner; nay fole I warant her blode warme
Magnyfycence
A syr thy Iarfawcon and thou be hanged togyder.
Foly
And syr as I was comynge to you hyder
I saw a foxe sucke on a kowes ydder 
And with a lyme rodde I toke them bothe togyder
I trowe it be a frost for the way is slydder
Se for god auowe for colde as I chydder
Magnyfycence
Thy wordes hange togyder as fethers in the wynde
Foly
A syr tolde I not you howe I dyd fynde 
A knaue and a carle and all of one kynde.
I sawe a wether cocke wagge with the wynde
Grete meruayle I had and mused in my mynde
The houndes ranne before and the hare behynde
I sawe a losell lede a lurden & they were bothe blynde. 
I sawe a sowter go to supper or euer he had dynde.
Magnyfycence
By cockes harte thou arte a fyne mery knaue.
Foly
I make god auowe ye wyll none other men haue.
Magnyfycence
What sayst thou.
Foly
Mary I pray god your mastershyp to saue 
I shall gyue you a gaude of a goslynge that I gaue
The gander and the gose bothe grasynge on one graue.
Than rowlande the reue ran; and I began to raue.
And with a brystell of a bore; his berde dyd I shaue
Magnyfycence
If euer I herde syke another; god gyue me shame. 
Foly
Sym sadylgose was my syer and dawcocke my dame
I coude and I lyst garre you laughe at a game
Howe a wodcocke wrastled with a larke that was lame.
The bytter sayd boldly that they were to blame
The feldfare wolde haue fydled & it wolde not frame. 
The crane and the curlewe therat gan to grame.
The snyte snyueled in the snowte; & smyled at the game.
Magnyfycence
Cockes bones herde ye euer suche another
Foly
Se syr I beseche you largesse my brother
Here Fansy cometh in.
Magnyfycence
What tydynges with you syr that you loke so sad 
Fansy.
When ye knowe that I knowe ye wyll not be glad.
Foly
What brother braynsyke how farest thou.
Magnyfycence
Ye let be thy Iapes and tell me howe
The case requyreth.
Fansy.
Alasse alasse an heuy metynge
I wolde tell you and yf I myght for wepynge.
Foly
What is all your myrthe nowe tourned to sorowe
Fare well tyll sone; adue tyll to morowe
Here goth foly away.
Magnyfycence
I pray the largesse let be thy sobbynge
Fansy.
Alasse syr ye are vndone with stelyng and robbynge 
Ye sent vs a superuysour for to take hede
Take hede of your selfe for nowe ye haue nede
Magnyfycence
What hath sadnesse begyled me so
Fansy.
Nay madnesse hath begyled you & many mo
For lyberte is gone and also felycyte 
Magnyfycence
Gone; alasse ye haue vndone me
Fansy.
Nay he that ye sent vs clokyd colusyon
And your payntyd pleasure courtly abusyon
And your demenour with counterfet countenaunce
And your suruayour crafty conueyaunce 
Or euer we were ware brought vs in aduersyte
And had robbyd you quyte from all felycyte
Magnyfycence
Why is this the largesse that I haue vsyd
Fansy.
Nay it was your fondnesse that ye haue vsyd
Magnyfycence
And is this the credence that I gaue to the letter 
Fansy.
Why coulde not your wyt serue you no better
Magnyfycence
Why who wolde haue thought in you suche gyle
Fansy.
What yes by the rode syr it was I all this whyle
That you trustyd and fansy is my name
And foly my broder that made you moche game 
Here cometh in aduersyte.
Magnyfycence
Alas who is yonder; that grymly lokys
Fansy.
Adewe for I wyll not come in his clokys
Exit Fansy.
Magnyfycence
Lorde so my flesshe trymblyth nowe for drede
Here magnyfycence is beten downe and spoylyd from all his goodys and rayment.
Aduersyte.
I am aduersyte that for thy mysdede
From god am sent to quyte the thy mede 
Vyle velyarde thou must not nowe my dynt withstande
Thou mayst not abyde the dynt of my hande
Ly there losell for all thy pompe and pryde
Thy pleasure now with payne & trouble shalbe tryde.
The stroke of god; aduersyte I hyght 
I plucke downe kynge prynce lorde and knyght
I rushe at them rughly and make them ly full lowe
And in theyr moste truste I make them ouerthrowe
Thys losyll was a lorde and lyuyd at his lust
And nowe lyke a lurden he lyeth in the dust 
He knewe not hymselfe his harte was so hye
Nowe is there no man that wyll set by hym a flye
He was wonte to boste brage and to brace
Nowe dare he not for shame loke one in the face
All worldly welth for hym to lytell was 
Nowe hath he ryght nought; naked as an asse
Somtyme without measure; he trusted in golde
And now without mesure; he shal haue hunger & colde.
Lo syrs; thus I handell them all.
That folowe theyr fansyes; in foly to fall 
Man or woman of what estate they be
I counsayle them beware of aduersyte
Of sorowfull seruauntes I haue many scores
I vysyte them somtyme with blaynes and with sores
With botches and carbuckyls in care I them knyt 
With the gowte I make them to grone where they syt.
Some I make lyppers and lazars full horse.
And from that they loue best some I deuorse.
Some with the marmoll to halte I them make.
And some to cry out of the bone ake 
And some I vysyte with brennynge of fyre
Of some I wrynge of the necke lyke a wyre
And some I make in a rope to totter and walter.
And some for to hange themselfe in an halter
And some I vysyte with batayle warre and murther 
And make eche man to sle other
To drowne or to sle themselfe with a knyfe
An all is for theyr vngracyous lyfe
Yet sometyme I stryke where is none offence
Bycause I wolde proue men of theyr pacyence 
But nowe a dayes to stryke I haue grete cause
Lydderyns so lytell set by goddes lawes
Faders and moders that be neclygent
And suffre theyr chyldren to haue theyr entent
To gyde them vertuously that wyll not remembre 
Them or theyr chyldren ofte tymes I dysmembre
Theyr chyldren bycause that they haue no mekenesse
I vysyte theyr faders and moders with sekenesse.
And yf I se therby they wyll not amende
Then myschefe sodaynly I them sende 
For there is nothynge that more dyspleaseth god
Than from theyr chyldren to spare the rod
Of correccyon; but let them haue theyr wyll
Some I make lame; and some I do kyll
And some I stryke with a franesy 
Of some of theyr chyldren I stryke out the eye.
And where the fader by wysdom worshyp hath wonne
I sende ofte tymes a fole to his sonne.
Wherfore of aduersyte loke ye be ware.
For when I come comyth sorowe and care. 
For I stryke lordys of realmes and landys
That rule not by mesure that they haue in theyr handys
That sadly rule not theyr howsholde men
I am goddys preposytour I prynt them with a pen
Because of theyr neglygence & of theyr wanton vagys 
I vysyte them and stryke them with many sore plagys
To take syrs example of that I you tell
And beware of aduersyte by my counsell
Take hede of this caytyfe that lyeth here on grounde
Beholde howe fortune on hym hath frounde 
For though we shewe you this in game and play
Yet it proueth eyrnest ye may se euery day
For nowe wyll I from this caytyfe go
And take myscheffe and vengeaunce of other mo
That hath deseruyd it as well as he 
Howe; where art thou come hether pouerte
Take this caytyfe to thy lore
Exit ADVERSYTE.
Here cometh in pouerte.
Pouerte.
A my bonys ake my lymmys be sore
Alasse I haue the cyatyca full euyll in my hyppe
Alasse where is youth that was wont for to skyppe 
I am lowsy and vnlykynge and full of scurffe
My colour is tawny colouryd as a turffe
I am pouerte that all men doth hate
I am baytyd with doggys at euery mannys gate
I am raggyd and rent as ye may se 
Full fewe but they haue enuy at me
Nowe must I this carcasse lyft vp
He dynyd with delyte with pouerte he must sup
Ryse vp syr and welcom vnto me
Hic accedat ad leuandum magnyfycence et locabit eum super locum stratum.
Magnyfycence
Alasse where is nowe my golde and fe 
Alasse I say where to am I brought
Alasse alasse alasse I dye for thought
Pouerte.
Syr all this wolde haue bene thought on before
He woteth not what welth is that neuer was sore
Magnyfycence
Fy fy that euer I sholde be brought in this snare 
I wenyd ones neuer to haue knowen of care
Pouerte.
Lo suche is this worlde I fynde it wryt
In welth to beware and that is wyt
Magnyfycence
In welth to beware yf I had had grace
Neuer had I bene brought in this case 
Pouerte.
Nowe syth it wyll no nother be
All that god sendeth take it in gre
For thoughe you were somtyme a noble estate
Nowe must you lerne to begge at euery mannes gate.
Magnyfycence
Alasse that euer I sholde be so shamed 
Alasse that euer I Magnyfycence was named
Alasse that euer I was so harde happed
In mysery and wretchydnesse thus to be lapped
Alasse that I coude not myselfe no better gyde
Alasse in my cradell that I had not dyde. 
Pouerte.
Ye syr ye; leue all this rage
And pray to god your sorowes to asswage
It is foly to grudge agaynst his vysytacyon.
With harte contryte make your supplycacyon.
Unto your maker that made bothe you and me 
And whan it pleaseth god better may be
Magnyfycence
Alasse I wote not what I sholde pray.
Pouerte.
Remembre you better syr beware what ye say
For drede ye dysplease the hygh deyte
Put your wyll to his wyll for surely it is he 
That may restore you agayne to felycyte
And brynge you agayne out of aduersyte.
Therfore pouerte loke pacyently ye take.
And remembre he suffered moche more for your sake.
Howe be it of all synne he was innocent 
And ye haue deserued this punysshment
Magnyfycence
Alasse with colde my lymmes shall be marde
Pouerte.
Ye syr nowe must ye lerne to lye harde.
That was wonte to lye on fetherbeddes of downe
Nowe must your fete lye hyer than your crowne. 
Where you were wonte to haue cawdels for your hede
Nowe must you monche mamockes & lumpes of brede.
And where you had chaunges of ryche aray.
Nowe lap you in a couerlet full fayne that you may.
And where that ye were pomped with what that ye wolde 
Nowe must ye suffre bothe hunger and colde.
With curteyns of sylke ye were wonte to be drawe
Nowe must ye lerne to lye on the strawe
Your skynne that was wrapped in shertes of raynes
Nowe must ye be storm ybeten with showres & raynes. 

Your hede that was wonte to be happed moost drowpy & drowsy.
Now shal ye be scabbed scuruy & lowsy.
Magnyfycence
Fye on this worlde full of trechery.
That euer noblenesse sholde lyue thus wretchydly. 
Pouerte.
Syr remembre the tourne of fortunes whele
That wantonly can wynke and wynche with her hele
Nowe she wyll laughe; forthwith she wyll frowne
Sodenly set vp and sodenly pluckyd downe
She dawnsyth varyaunce with mutabylyte 
Nowe all in welth forthwith in pouerte
In her promyse there is no sykernesse
All her delyte is set in doublenesse
Magnyfycence
Alas of fortune I may well complayne
Pouerte.
Ye syr yesterday wyll not be callyd agayne 
But yet syr nowe in this case
Take it mekely and thanke god of his grace
For nowe go I wyll begge for you some mete
It is foly agaynst god for to plete
I wyll walke nowe with my beggers baggys 
And happe you the whyles with these homly raggys
Discedendo dicat ista verba

A howe my lymmys be lyther and lame
Better it is to begge than to be hangyd with shame
Yet many had leuer hangyd to be
Then for to begge theyr mete for charyte 
They thynke it no shame to robbe and stele
Yet were they better to begge a great dele
For by robbynge they rynne to; in manus tuas quecke
But beggynge is better medecyne for the necke
Ye mary is it; ye so mote I goo 
A lorde god howe the gowte wryngeth me by the too
Here magnyfycence dolorously maketh his mone.
Magnyfycence
O feble fortune; o doulfull destyny
O hatefull happe; o carefull cruelte
O syghynge sorowe; o thoughtfull mysere
O rydlesse rewthe; o paynfull pouerte 
O dolorous herte; o harde aduersyte
O odyous dystresse; o dedly payne and woo
For worldly shame; I wax bothe wanne and bloo
Where is nowe my welth; and my noble estate
Where is nowe my treasure my landes and my rent 
Where is nowe all my seruauntys that I had here a late
Where is nowe my golde vpon them that I spent
Where is nowe all my ryche abylement
Where is nowe my kynne my frendys & my noble blood
Where is nowe all my pleasure and my worldly good 
Alasse my foly; alasse my wanton wyll
I may no more speke; tyll I haue wept my fyll
Enter LYBERTE.
Lyberte.
With ye mary syrs thus sholde it be
I kyst her swete; and she kyssyd me
I daunsed the darlynge on my kne 
I garde her gaspe; I garde her gle
With daunce on the le the le
I bassed that baby with harte so free
She is the bote of all my bale
A; so that syghe was farre fet 
To loue that louesome I wyll not let
My harte is holly on her set
I plucked her by the patlet
At my deuyse I with her met
My fansy fayrly on her I set 
So merely syngeth the nyghtyngale.
In lust and lykynge my name is lyberte
I am desyred with hyghest and lowest degre
I lyue as me lyst I lepe out at large
Of erthely thynge I haue no care nor charge 
I am presydent of prynces I prycke them with pryde.
What is he lyuynge that lyberte wolde lacke.
A thousande pounde with lyberte may holde no tacke.
At lyberte a man may be bolde for to brake
Welthe without lyberte gothe all to wrake. 
But yet syrs hardely one thynge lerne of me
I warne you beware of to moche lyberte
For totum in toto is not worth an hawe
To hardy or to moche to free of the dawe
To sober to sad to subtell to wyse. 
To mery to mad to gyglynge to nyse
To full of fansyes to lordly to prowde
To homly to holy to lewde and to lowde
To flatterynge to smatterynge to to out of harre
To claterynge to chaterynge to shorte and to farre 
To Iettynge to Iaggynge and to full of Iapes.
To mockynge to mowynge to lyke a Iackenapes.
Thus totum in toto groweth vp as ye may se
By meanes of madnesse and to moche lyberte
For I am a vertue yf I be well vsed 
And I am a vyce where I am abused.
Magnyfycence
A woo worthe the lyberte nowe thou sayst full trewe
That I vsed the to moche sore may I rewe
Lyberte.
What a very vengeaunce I say; who is that
What brothell I say is yonder bounde in a mat 
Magnyfycence
I am Magnyfycence that somtyme thy mayster was
Lyberte.
What is the worlde thus come to passe.
Cockes armes syrs wyll ye not se
Howe he is vndone by the meanes of me
For yf measure had ruled lyberte as he began 
This lurden that here lyeth had ben a noble man.
But he abused so his free lyberte
That nowe he hath loste all his felycyte
Not thorowe largesse of lyberall expence
But by the way of fansy insolence 
For lyberalyte is most conuenyent
A prynce to vse with all his hole intent
Largely rewardynge them that haue deseruyd
And so shall a noble man nobly be seruyd
But nowe adayes as huksters they hucke & they stycke 
And pynche at the payment of a poddynge prycke
A laudable largesse I tell you for a lorde
To prate for the patchynge of a pot sharde
Spare for the spence of a noble that his honour myght saue
And spende .C. s. for the pleasure of a knaue 
But so longe they rekyn with theyr reasons amysse
That they lose theyr lyberte and all that there is
Magnyfycence
Alasse that euer I occupyed suche abusyon
Lyberte.
Ye for nowe it hath brought the to confusyon
For where I am occupyed and vsyd wylfully 
It can not contynew longe prosperyously
As euydently in retchlesse youth ye may se
Howe many come to myschefe for to moche lyberte
And some in the worlde theyr brayne is so ydyll
That they set theyr chyldren to rynne on the brydyll 
In youth to be wanton and let them haue theyr wyll
& they neuer thryue in theyr age it shall not gretly skyll
Some fall to foly them selfe for to spyll
And some fall prechynge at the toure hyll
Some hath so moche lyberte of one thynge & other 
That nother they set by father and mother
Some haue so moche lyberte that they fere no synne
Tyll as ye se many tymes they shame all theyr kynne
I am so lusty to loke on so freshe and so fre
That nonnes wyll leue theyr holynes and ryn after me 
Freers with foly I make them so fayne
They cast vp theyr obedyence to cache me agayne
At lyberte to wander and walke ouer all
That lustely they lepe somtyme theyr cloyster wall
Hic aliquis buccat in cornu a retro post populum.

Yonder is a horson for me doth rechate 
A dewe syrs for I thynke leyst that I come to late
Exit LYBERTE
Magnyfycence
O good lorde howe longe shall I indure
This mysery; this carefull wrechydnesse
Of worldly welthe alasse who can be sure
In fortunys frendshyppe there is no stedfastnesse 
She hath dyssayuyd me with her doublenesse
For to be wyse all men may lerne of me.
In welthe to beware of herde aduersyte
Here cometh in Crafty conueyaunce and Cloked colusyon with a lusty laughter.
Crafty conuey.
Ha ha ha for laughter I am lyke to brast 
Cloked colusyon

Ha ha ha for sporte I am lyke to spewe and cast
Crafty conuey.
What hast thou gotted in faythe to thy share
Cloked colusyon

In faythe of his cofers the bottoms are bare
Crafty conuey.
As for his plate of syluer and suche trasshe
I waraunt you I haue gyuen it a lasshe 
Cloked colusyon

What; then he may drynke out of a stone cruyse.
Crafty conuey.
With ye syr by Iesu that slayne was with Iewes
He may rynse a pycher for his plate is to wed
Cloked colusyon

In faythe and he may dreme
On a dagge swane for ony fether bed. 
Crafty conuey.
By my trouthe we haue ryfled hym metely well.
Cloked colusyon

Ye but thanke me therof euery dele
Crafty conuey.
Thanke the therof in the deuyls date
Cloked colusyon

Leue thy pratynge or els I shall lay the on the pate.
Crafty conuey.
Nay to wrangle I warant the it is but a stone caste 
Cloked colusyon

By the messe I shall cleue thy heed to the waste
Crafty conuey.
Ye wylte thou clenly cleue me in the clyfte with thy nose
Cloked colusyon

I shall thrust in the my dagger
Crafty conuey.
Thorowe the legge in to the hose
Cloked colusyon

Nay horson here is my gloue take it vp & thou dare. 
Crafty conuey.
Torde thou arte good to be a man of warre.
Cloked colusyon

I shall skelpe the on the skalpe; lo seest thou that.
Crafty conuey.
What wylte thou skelpe me thou dare not loke on a gnat
Cloked colusyon

By cockes bones I shall blysse the & thou be to bolde.
Crafty conuey.
Nay then thou wylte dynge the deuyll & thou be not holde 
Cloked colusyon

But wottest thou horson I rede the to be wyse
Crafty conuey.
Nowe I rede the beware; I haue warned the twyse
Cloked colusyon

Why wenest thou that I forbere the for thyne owne sake
Crafty conuey.
Peas or I shall wrynge thy be in a brake
Cloked colusyon

Holde thy hande dawe of thy dagger & stynt of thy dyn 
Or I shal fawchyn thy flesshe & scrape the on the skyn
Crafty conuey.
Ye wylte thou hangman I say thou cauell
Cloked colusyon

Nay thou rude rauener rayne beten Iauell
Crafty conuey.
What thou colyn cowarde knowen and tryde
Cloked colusyon

Nay thou false harted dastarde thou dare not abyde. 
Crafty conuey.
And yf there were none to dysplease but thou and I
Thou sholde not scape horson but thou sholde dye.
Cloked colusyon

Nay iche shall wrynge the horson on the wryst.
Crafty conuey.
Mary I defye thy best and thy worst
Enter COUNTERFET COUNTENAUNCE.
Counterfeit Countenance

What a very vengeaunce nede all these wordys 
Go together by the heddys and gyue me your swordys
Cloked colusyon

So he is the worste brawler that euer was borne
Crafty conuey.
In fayth so to suffer the it is but a skorne
Counterfet coun.

Now let vs be all one and let vs lyue in rest
For we be syrs but a fewe of the best 
Cloked colusyon

By the masse man thou shall fynde me resonable
Crafty conuey.
In faythe and I wyll be to reason agreable
Counterfet coun.

Then truste I to god and the holy rode.
Here shalbe not great sheddynge of blode
Cloked colusyon

By our lakyn syr not by my wyll. 
Crafty conuey.
By the fayth that I owe to god and I wyll syt styll
Counterfet coun.

Well sayd; but in fayth what was your quarell
Cloked colusyon

Mary syr this gentylman caled me Iauell
Cra Con.

Nay by saynt Mary it was ye called me knaue.
Cloked colusyon

Mary so vngoodly langage you me gaue 
Counterfet coun.

A shall we haue more of this maters yet
Me thynke ye are not gretly acomberyd wyth wyt
Crafty conuey.
Goddys fote I warant you I am a gentylman borne
And thus to be facyd I thynke it great skorne
Counterfet coun.

I can not well tell of your dysposycyons 
And ye be a gentylman ye haue knauys condycyons
Cloked colusyon

By god I tell you I wyll not be out facyd
Crafty conuey.
By the masse I warant the I wyll not be bracyd
Counterfet coun.

Tushe tushe it is a great defaute.
The one of you is to proude; the other is to haute 
Tell me brefly where vpon ye began
Clo. Col

Mary syr he sayd that he was the pratyer man
Then I was in opynynge of lockys
And I tell you I dysdayne moche of his mockys
Crafty conuey.
Thou sawe neuer yet but I dyd my parte 
The locke of a caskyt to make to starte
Counterfet coun.

Nay I know well Inough ye are bothe well handyd
To grope a gardeuyaunce though it be well bandyd
Cloked colusyon

I am the better yet in a bowget
Crafty conuey.
And I the better in a male
Counterfet coun.

Tushe these maters that ye moue are but soppys in ale
Your trymynge and tramynge by me must be tangyd
For had I not bene ye bothe had bene hangyd
When we with magnyfycence goodys made cheuysaunce
Magnyfycence
And therfore our lorde sende you a very wengaunce 
Counterfet coun.

What begger art thou that thus doth banne and wary
Magnyfycence
Ye be the theuys I say; away my goodys dyd cary
Cloked colusyon

Cockys bonys thou begger what is thy name
Magnyfycence
Magnyfycence I was whom ye haue brought to shame
Counterfet coun.

Ye but trowe you syrs that this is he 
Crafty conuey.
Go we nere and let vs se
Cloked colusyon

By cockys bonys it is the same
Magnyfycence
Alasse alasse syrs ye are to blame
I was your mayster though ye thynke it skorne
And nowe on me ye gaure and sporne 
Counterfet coun.

Ly styll ly styll nowe with yll hayle
Crafty conuey.
Ye for thy langage can not the auayle
Cloked colusyon

Abyde syr abyde I shall make hym to pysse
Magnyfycence
Nowe gyue me somwhat for god sake I craue
Crafty conuey.
In faythe I gyue the four quarters of a knaue 
Counterfet coun.

In faythe and I bequethe hym the tothe ake
Cloked colusyon

And I bequethe hym the bone ake
Crafty conuey.
And I bequethe hym the gowte and the gyn
Cloked colusyon

And I bequethe hym sorowe for his syn
Counterfet coun.

And I gyue hym crystys curse; 
With neuer a peny in his purse
Crafty conuey.
And I gyue hym the cowghe the murre & the pose
Cloked colusyon

Ye for requiem eternam groweth forth of his nose
But nowe let vs make mery and good chere
Counterfet coun.

And to the tauerne let vs drawe nere 
Crafty conuey.
And from thens to the halfe strete
To get vs there some freshe mete
Cloked colusyon

Why is there any store of rawe motton
Counterfet coun.

Ye in faythe or ellys thou arte to great a glotton
Crafty conuey.
But they say it is a queysy mete 
It wyll stryke a man myscheuously in a hete
Cloked colusyon

In fay man some rybbys of the motton be so ranke
That they wyll fyre one vngracyously in the flanke
Counterfet coun.

Ye and when ye come out of the shoppe
Ye shall be clappyd with a coloppe 
That wyll make you to halt and to hoppe
Crafty conuey.
Som be wrestyd there that they thynke on it forty dayes
For there be horys there at all assayes
Cloked colusyon

For the passyon of god let vs go thyther
Et cum festinacione discedant a loco.
Magnyfycence
Alas myn owne seruauntys to shew me such reproche 
Thus to rebuke me and haue me in dyspyght
So shamfully to me theyr mayster to aproche
That somtyme was a noble prynce of myght
Alasse To lyue longer I haue no delyght
For to lyue in mysery it is herder than dethe 
I am wery of the worlde; for vnkyndnesse me sleeth
Hic intrat dyspare.
Dyspare.
Dyspare is my name that aduersyte dothe folowe
In tyme of dystresse I am redy at hande
I make heuy hertys with eyen full holowe 
Of faruent charyte I quenche out the bronde
Faythe and good hope I make asyde to stonde
In goddys mercy I tell them is but foly to truste
All grace and pyte I lay in the duste
What lyest thou there lyngrynge lewdly and lothsome 
It is to late nowe thy synnys to repent
thou hast bene so waywarde so wranglyng & so wrothsome
And so fer thou arte behynde of thy rent
And so vngracyously thy dayes thou hast spent
That thou arte not worthy to loke god in the face 
Magnyfycence
Nay nay man I loke neuer to haue parte of his grace
For I haue so vngracyously my lyfe mysusyd
Though I aske mercy I must nedys be refusyd
Dyspare.
No no for thy synnys be so excedynge farre
So innumerable and so full of dyspyte 
And agayne thy maker thou hast made suche warre
That thou canst not haue neuer mercy in his syght
Magnyfycence
Alasse my wyckydnesse that may I wyte
But nowe I se well there is no better rede
But sygh and sorowe and wysshe my selfe dede 
Dyspare.
Ye ryd thy selfe rather than this lyfe for to lede
The worlde waxyth wery of the; thou lyuest to longe
Hic intrat myschefe.
Myschefe.
And I myschefe am comyn at nede
Out of thy lyfe the for to lede
And loke that it be not longe 
Or that thy selfe thou go honge
With this halter good and stronge
Or ellys with this knyfe cut out a tonge
Of thy throte bole and ryd the out of payne
Thou arte not the fyrst hymselfe hath slayne 
Lo here is thy knyfe and a halter and or we go ferther
Spare not thy selfe but boldly the murder
Dyspare.
Ye haue done at ones without delay
Magnyfycence
Shall I my selfe hange with an halter? nay
Nay rather wyll I chose to ryd me of this lyue 
In styckynge my selfe with this fayre knyfe
Here magnyfycence wolde slee hymselfe with a knyfe.
Mischief

Alarum alarum to longe we abyde
Dyspare.
Out harowe hyll burneth where shall I me hyde.
Hic intrat Good hope fugientibus dyspare & myschefe repente good hope surripiat illi gladium & dicat.
Good hope.
Alas dere sone sore combred is thy mynde
Thyselfe that thou wolde sloo agaynst nature & kynde. 
Magnyfycence
A blessyd may ye be syr; what shall I you call
Good hope.
Good hope syr my name is remedy pryncypall
Agaynst all sautes of your goostly foo
Who knoweth me; hymselfe may neuer sloo
Magnyfycence
Alas syr so I am lapped in aduersyte 
That dyspayre well nyghe had myscheued me
For had ye not the soner ben my refuge
Of dampnacyon I had ben drawen in the luge.
Good hope.
Undoubted ye had lost yourselfe eternally
There is no man may synne more mortally. 
Than of wanhope thrughe the vnhappy wayes
By myschefe to breuyate and shorten his dayes
But my good sonne lerne from dyspayre to flee.
Wynde you from wanhope and aquaynte you with me.
A grete mysaduenture thy maker to dysplease 
Thyselfe myscheuynge to thyne endlesse dysease
There was neuer so harde a storme of mysery.
But thrughe good hope there may come remedy
Magnyfycence
Your wordes be more sweter than ony precyous narde
They molefy so easely my harte that was so harde. 
There is no bawme ne gumme of arabe
More delectable than your langage to me
Good hope.
Syr your fesycyan is the grace of god
That you hath punysshed with his sharpe rod.
Good hope your potecary assygned am I 
That goddes grace hath vexed you sharply
And payned you with a purgacyon of odyous pouerte
Myxed with bytter alowes of herde aduersyte
Nowe must I make you a lectuary softe.
I to mynyster it; you to receyue it ofte. 
With rubarbe of repentaunce in you for to rest.
With drammes of deuocyon your dyet must be drest
With gommes goostly of glad herte and mynde.
To thanke god of his sonde and comforte ye shal fynde.
Put fro you presumpcyon and admyt humylyte 
And hartely thanke god of your aduersyte
And loue that lorde that for your loue was dede.
Wounded from the fote to the crowne of the hede
For who loueth god can ayle nothynge but good
He may helpe you; he may mende your mode 
Prosperyte by hym is gyuen solacyusly to man
Aduersyte to hym therwith nowe and than
Helthe of body his besynesse to acheue
Dysease and sekenesse his conscyence to dyscryue
Afflyccyon & trouble to proue his pacyence 
Contradyccyon to proue his sapyence
Grace of assystence his measure to declare
Somtyme to fall another tyme to beware
And nowe ye haue had syr a wonderous fall
To lerne you hereafter for to beware withall 
Howe say you syr can ye these wordys grope.
Magnyfycence
Ye syr now am I armyd with good hope
And sore I repent me of my wylfulnesse
I aske god mercy of my neglygesse
Under good hope endurynge euer styll 
Me humbly commyttynge vnto goddys wyll
Good hope.
Then shall you be sone delyuered from dystresse
For nowe I se comynge to youwarde redresse
Hic intrat Redresse.
Redresse.
Cryst be amonge you and the holy goste
Good hope.
He be your conducte the lorde of myghtys moste 
Redresse.
Syr is your pacyent any thynge amendyd
Good hope.
Ye syr he is sory for that he hath offendyd
Redresse.
How fele you your selfe my frend how is your mynde
Magnyfycence
A wrechyd man syr to my maker vnkynde
Redresse.
Ye but haue ye repentyd you with harte contryte 
Magnyfycence
Syr the repentaunce I haue no man can wryte
Redresse.
And haue ye banyshed from you all dyspare
Magnyfycence
Ye holly to good hope I haue made my repare
Good hope.
Questyonlesse he doth me assure
In good hope alway for to indure 
Redresse.
Than stande vp syr in goddys name
And I truste to ratyfye and amende your fame.
Good hope I pray you with harty affeccyon
To sende ouer to me sad cyrcumspeccyon
Good hope.
Syr your requeste shall not be delayed. 
Et exiat.
Redresse.
Now surely magnyfycence I am ryght well apayed
Of that I se you nowe in the state of grace
Nowe shall ye be renewyd with solace
Take nowe vpon you this abylyment
And to that I say gyue good aduysement 
Magnyfycence accipiat indumentum.
Magnyfycence
To your requeste I shall be confyrmable
Redress
Fyrst I saye with mynde fyrme and stable.
Determyne to amende all your wanton excesse
And be ruled by me whiche am called redresse
Redresse my name is that lytell am I vsed. 
As the worlde requyreth but rather I am refused.
Redresse sholde be at the rekenynge in euery accompte
And specyally to redresse that were out of ioynte.
Full many thynges there be that lacketh redresse
The whiche were to longe nowe to expresse 
But redresse is redlesse and may do no correccyon
Nowe welcome forsoth sad cyrcumspeccyon.
Here cometh in sad cyrcumspeccyon sayenge.
Cyrcumspeccyon
Syr after your message I hyed me hyder streyght.
For to vnderstande your pleasure and also your mynde
Redresse.
Syr to accompte you the contynewe of my consayte. 
Is from aduersyte Magnyfycence to vnbynde
Cyrcumspeccyon
How fortuned you magnyfycence so far to fal behynde
Magnyfycence
Syr the longe absence of you sad cyrcumspeccyon
Caused me of aduersyte to fall in subieccyon.
Redresse.
All that he sayth of trouthe dothe procede 
For where sad cyrcumspeccyon is longe out of the way
Of aduersyte it is to stande in drede.
Cyrcumspeccyon
Without fayle syr that is no nay.
Cyrcumspeccyon inhateth all rennynge a stray
But syr by me to rule fyrst ye began 
Magnyfycence
My wylfulnesse syr excuse I ne can
Cyrcumspeccyon
Then ye of foly in tymes past you repent
Magnyfycence
Sothely to repent me I haue grete cause
Howe be it from you I receyued a letter sent
Whiche conteyned in it a specyall clause. 
That I sholde vse largesse
Cyrcumspeccyon
Nay syr there a pause
Redresse.
Yet let vs se this matter thorowly ingrosed
Magnyfycence
Syr this letter ye sent to me at pountes was enclosed
Cyrcumspeccyon
Who brought you that letter; wote ye what he hyght. 
Magnyfycence
Largesse syr by his credence was his name
Cyrcumspeccyon
This letter ye speke of neuer dyd I wryte
Redresse.
To gyue so hasty credence ye were moche to blame
Magnyfycence
Truth it is syr; for after he wrought me moch shame
And caused me also to vse to moche lyberte 
And made also mesure to be put fro me.
Redresse.
Then welthe with you myght in no wyse abyde
Cyrcumspeccyon
A ha fansy and foly met with you I trowe
Redresse.
It wolde be founde so yf it were well tryde
Magnyfycence
Surely my welthe with them was ouer throw 
Cyrcumspeccyon
Remembre you therfore howe late ye were low
Redresse.
Ye and beware of vnhappy abusyon
Cyrcumspeccyon
And kepe you from counterfaytynge of clokyd colusyon
Magnyfycence
Syr in good hope I am to amende
Redresse.
Use not then your countenaunce for to counterfet 
Cyrcumspeccyon
And from crafters and hafters I you forfende
Hic intrat perseueraunce.
Magnyfycence
Well syr after your counsell my mynde I wyll set
Redresse.
What brother perceueraunce surely well met
Cyrcumspeccyon
Ye com hether as well as can be thought
Perseueraunce
I herde say that aduersyte with magnyfycence had fought 
Magnyfycence
Ye syr with aduersyte I haue bene vexyd
But good hope and redresse hath mendyd myne estate
And sad cyrcumspeccyon to me they haue annexyd
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Redresse.
What this man hath sayd; perceyue ye his sentence
Magnyfycence
Ye syr from hym my corage shall neuer flyt 
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Cyrcumspeccyon
Accordynge to treuth they be well deuysyd
Magnyfycence
Syrs I am agreed to abyde your ordenaunce 
Faythfull assuraunce with good peraduertaunce
Perseueraunce
Yf you be so myndyd we be ryght glad
Redresse.
And ye shall haue more worshyp then euer ye had
Magnyfycence
Well I perceyue in you there is moche sadnesse
Grauyte of counsell prouydence and wyt 
Your comfortable aduyse & wyt excedyth all gladnesse
But frendly I wyll refrayne you ferther or we flyt
Whereto were most metely my corage to knyt
Your myndys I beseche you here in to expresse
Commensynge this processe at mayster redresse 
Redresse.
Syth vnto me formest this processe is erectyd
Herein I wyll a forse me to shewe you my mynde
Fyrst from your magnyfycence syn must be abiectyd
In all your warkys more grace shall ye fynde
Be gentyll then of corage and lerne to be kynde 
For of noblenesse the chefe poynt is to be lyberall
So that your largesse be not to prodygall
Cyrcumspeccyon
Lyberte to a lorde belongyth of ryght
But wylfull waywardnesse muste walke out of the way
Measure of your lustys must haue the ouer syght 
And not all the nygarde nor the chyncherde to play
Let neuer negarshyp your noblenesse affray
In your rewardys vse suche moderacyon
That nothynge be gyuen without consyderacyon
Perseueraunce
To the increse of your honour then arme you with ryght 
And fumously adresse you with magnanymyte
And euer let the drede of god be in your syght
And knowe your selfe mortall for all your dygnyte
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Set not all your affyaunce in fortune full of gyle 
Remember this lyfe lastyth but a whyle
Magnyfycence
Redresse in my remembraunce your lesson shall rest
And sad cyrcumspeccyon I marke in my mynde
But perseueraunce me semyth your probleme was best
I shall it neuer forget nor leue it behynde 
But hooly to perseueraunce my selfe I wyll bynde
Of that I haue mysdone to make a redresse
And with sad cyrcumspeccyon correcte my vantonnesse
Redresse.
Unto this processe brefly compylyd
Comprehendynge the worlde casuall and transytory 
Who lyst to consyder shall neuer be begylyd
Yf it be regystryd well in memory
A playne example of worldly vaynglory
Howe in this worlde there is no sekernesse
But fallyble flatery enmyxyd with bytternesse 
Nowe well; nowe wo; nowe hy; nowe lawe degre
Nowe ryche; nowe pore; nowe hole; nowe in dysease
Nowe pleasure at large; Nowe in captyuyte
Nowe leue; nowe lothe; now please; nowe dysplease
Now ebbe; now flowe; nowe increase; now dyscrease 
So in this worlde there is no sykernesse
But fallyble flatery enmyxyd with bytternesse
Cyrcumspeccyon
A myrrour incleryd is this interlude
This lyfe inconstant for to beholde and se
Sodenly auaunsyd; and sodenly subdude 
Sodenly ryches; and sodenly pouerte
Sodenly comfort; and sodenly aduersyte
Sodenly thus fortune can bothe smyle and frowne
Sodenly set vp; and sodenly cast downe
Sodenly promotyd; and sodenly put backe 
Sodenly cherysshyd; and sodenly cast asyde
Sodenly commendyd; and sodenly fynde a lacke
Sodenly grauntyd; and sodenly denyed
Sodenly hyd; and sodenly spyed
Sodenly thus fortune can bothe  smyle and frowne
Sodenly set vp and sodenly cast downe
Perseueraunce
This treatyse deuysyd to make you dysporte
Shewyth nowe adayes howe the worlde comberyd is
To the pythe of the mater who lyst to resorte
To day it is well; to morowe it is all amysse 
To day in delyte; to morowe bare of blysse
To day a lorde; to morowe ly in the duste
Thus in this worlde there is no erthly truste
To day fayre wether; to morowe a stormy rage
To day hote; to morowe outragyous colde 
To day a yoman; to morowe made of page
To day in surety; to morowe bought and solde
To day maysterfest; to morowe he hath no holde
To day a man; to morowe he lyeth in the duste
Thus in this worlde there is no erthly truste 
Magnyfycence
This mater we haue mouyd you myrthys to make
Precely purposyd vnder pretence of play
Shewyth wysdome to them that wysdome can take
Howe sodenly worldly welth dothe dekay
How wysdom thorowe wantonnesse vanysshyth away 
How none estate lyuynge of hymselfe can be sure
For the welthe of this worlde can not indure
Of the terestre trechery we fall in the flode
Beten with stormys of many a frowarde blast
Ensorbyd with the wawys sauage and wode

Without our shyppe be sure it is lykely to brast
Yet of magnyfycence oft made is the mast
Thus none estate lyuynge of hymselfe can be sure
For the welthe of this worlde can not indure 
Redresse.
Nowe semyth vs syttynge that ye then resorte
Home to your paleys with Ioy and ryalte
Cyrcumspeccyon
Where euery thyng is ordenyd after your noble porte
Perseueraunce
There to indeuer with all felycyte
Magnyfycence
I am content my frendys that it so be 
Redresse.
And ye that haue harde this dysporte and game
Ihesus preserue you frome endlesse wo and shame
AMEN.