The Interlude of Wealth and Health | Page 6

vs all
Let him come to our
place ano than he shall
Haue succoure of vs and helpe withal
&
now we wil depart. And welth & helth goth out. 330
+Wyll.+ Wyl ye go hence. I thanke ye masters with al my hert I wyl
seke you out I warrant you feare not
Now they be gone I am glad by
saint mary
A lyttel while heare I purpose to tary
How to deceyue
welth, helth, and libertie
Now must I deuyse.
For I am a chylde that

is pas grace
Ilwyll I am called that in euery place
Doth much
mischiefe this is a playne case
Uertue I doo vtterly dispise, 340 But if
they wyst what I were
Then of my purpose I should be neuer [the]
nere
I wyl kepe my tonge leste that I mar
My whole intent and wyll.

But now I meruayle by this day
Where shrewd wit is gone a stray

Some crafty touche is in his way
I here him, peace, stand styll.
¶ Entreth shrewd wyt with a songe.
¶ Dieu vous garde playsaunce 350 On seuen or no mumchaunce, what
yonkers dare auaunce
To playe a grote or twaine.
Loe heare I haue
in store
Two or three grotes and no more
I take great thought
therfore
For to kepe it, it is much payne
I come now out of a place

where is a company of small grace
Theues and hores that spendes a
pace
They were dronken all the sorte. 360 One of their purces I did
aspy
Out of his sleue where it dyd lye
And one wynked on me with
his eye
But ther began the sporte
Their false falsehode, and I crafty
wyt
got the purse loe, heare I haue it
I ran my way and let hym syt

Smoke and shitten arse together.
And yf that I had yll wyll here

with this money we wolde make good chere 370 Gentle brother wyll, I
pray the apeare
For thou art in some corner.
+Wytte+ I woulde come in but I am a fearde
Least that I be taken by
the bearde
Wyth some catchepol, I haue heard
How thou haste
stollen a purse
+wylle+ Thou horson art thou mad, cum in I say
This is not the fyrste
hazard that I haue scaped
yf I make an hand to decke my felfe gay

what am I the worse. 380
+wyll+ From thy company I cannot abyde
I must nedes holde upon
thy syde
yllwyll and shrewdwit who caa hyde
For they will be
together.
+wytte.+ Now welcome wyll and what cheare:

By god I thought for

thee a thousand yere
Peace for gods body who cummeth there

Hance bere pot Ascon router.
¶ Entreth Hance with a dutch songe
Gut nynen scone rutters by the moder got 390 It heist õwne srhon, for
staue ye nete
De qusteker mau iche bie do do
Uau the groate
bnmbarde well ic wete
Dartyck dowsant van enheb it mete
Ic best
de mauikin van de koining dangliler
De grot keyser kind ic bene his
busketer
+Wyll.+ Here ye not dronk[=e] hance how he be gins to prate The
malowperte sleminge is a little to cheke mate
+wytte+ Let the knaue alone, for his name is war.
Such dronken
slemminges your company wil mar 400
+Hance.+ Ic best nen emond, ic best in soche
ye secte nete vell ic
forstaue ye in doche
+Wyll.+ Cumpt hore leyf with your gound stand nere
yt becummes
you better to handle a potte of beare
+Hance+ Dat maght icvell dan, ic can skynke frelyck
Tab bers frow,
ic briuges brore, begotts nemerick
+wytte.+ The horsen knaue by the masse is dronke
A winking for
depe his eyen be cleane lonck
+Hance+ Ic foraue ye vell ye seg dac ic slope
Nenike, nenike, ic
compte hore for an andor cope 410
+Wyll.+ Wel coppin I pray the hartly tell vs trew
Wherfore comest
thou hether for any thing to sew
+Hance+ yeicke feger, en b[=u]bardere vã de koyning wei it be Heb
twe skelling de dagh ic con scote de culueryn

+wytte.+ Nay ye shall walke a fleming knaue, wyl ye not see We haue
English gunners ynow, there is no rome empty
+Hance+ Ic best en bomberde mot ye to me spreken
what segye ye
bones, it sal ye yode flaen
+Wyll.+ We speake not to thee thou art a scone man
But goe thy way
they be not here that promot [the] cã 420
+Hance+ Caut ye me a de house dragen van degrot here.
+wytte.+ Hance ye must go to [the] court & for welth inquire
+Hance+ What segre ye welth nenyke he is net hore
welth best in
ssaunders, it my self brought him dore
+Wyll.+ Beshrew your horson sleminges hert therfore.
in dede as he
saith, by war in fla[=u]ders theris welth store
+Hance+ Segt ye dat brower, by the moder got dan
Gut naught it mot
wast, to sent cafrin to mi lanmã & goeth out
+wyll.+ Is be gone, farewel hanykin bowse
I pray god giue him a
hounded drouse 430 For I trow a knaue brought hym to house
But
now brother wyt.
We must