The Interlude of Wealth and Health | Page 9

ye be both lyke, full
unthrifty
Syrs how do ye lyue, shew me quickly
Or I shall put you
in duraunce
+wytte.+ How liue we? mary our meate
Cummest thou hether for to
threte:
So lowly syr wittam doth speake
From whence doth he come
can ye shewe
+Wyll.+ What dost thou ayle canst thou tell?
Hast thou any thing
with vs to mell?
By the masse thy handes doth tykell 650 Thou shalt
beare me a blowe.
+remedi+ you false theues I know ye well
I shall let your purpose
euey deale
yllwyll, and shrewd wit, the deuyll of hell
Take ye both
for me.
+wytte.+ Mary thou lyest, our names be not so
Call vs but wit, and
wyll, adde no more thereto,
yf thou doest thou were as good no
We
shall handle you shrewdly
+Remdi+ Syrs farewell here I wil no longer abide 660 For you both
shortly I wyll prouide
That all your falfe craft shalbe out tryed
And
our subtillitie knowen and goeth out.
+wytte.+ To go so soone the horson was wyse
therfore some now I

must deuise
that each man may welth, helth and libertidespise
Or
els he wyll marre all our mateer.
Brother wet, ler me alone
When
they come you shal see me a none
Complayne of him, vnto them
echone 670 And put him out of fauour
+Wytte+ Peace no mo wordes, for they come yonder
+wealth+ Syrs I am glade that you be heare
How doth all our
houshold, with them what chere?
Is euery thiag in order there
Afirr
our intente?
+wyll.+ ye syr they be all mery and glad
With reuell and rout
somtime they be mad
Pipe whore hop theef, euery knaue and drabe

Is at our commaundement. 680
Helth turneth hym.
What do ye say, then ye are to blame
And we put you in trust for the
same
To kepe such rule, it is a shame
I tis not for our honour.
+wytte.+ By the masse ihe horson doth lye
There is no such rule by
gods body
A man may breke his neck as lyghtly
As his fast in your
kechin, or seller truly.
Liberty turneth him 690
With that nother I am not content
I wolde there should be liberalitie
compet[=e]t
And with honesti it is conoenient
That our neighbour
fare the better
+Wyll.+ you be angey with all that we haue done
Cum away brother
let us go hens soone
I know a new maister wher we shalbe welcume

God be with you gentyl maister
+Welth.+ Why wil ye begone tor a worde
Peraduenture we did but
boorde 700 Me thinke ye should your mayster foorde
For to speake

my minde.
+wytte+ Nay nay, I can tel what was the matter
Remedy was here,
and he dyd flatter
ye trust he more than vs and better
But marke the
ende, what ye shal find
+Health+ With good remedy we spake in dede
To folow his counsel
we had neede
He warned vs that we should take hede
Of excesse
and prodigalitie. 710
+Wytte+ I meruayle ye speake so of good remedy
It is I that can do
more than he
Wyt can make shyft at necessity
When Remedi cannot
be hearde
I know some that hath this thousand yere
Sought god
remedy and yet neuer rhe nere
wit can put remedy by, yea this is
cleare
For wit is a crafty lad.
+Wyll.+ And wyl is an vngracious stay
Wyl hath doone many thinges
men say 720 And yf ye let wit and wil goe his way
ye wil repent it
soone.
+liberty+ Why what cause haue you to go your way
ye shall abyde
wich vs though you say nay
I wyl folow wyl, and wit alway
And so
I haue euer done
+wytte.+ yf I wist al my masters wolde so do
Then from your seruyce
I wolde not goo
Speake now whether ye wyl or no
And let vs know
your minde 730
+Health+ Syrs ye be welco me to me playne
And for your company I
am full fayne
I had leuer suffer great payne
Then to leue my wit
and wyl,
+Wyll.+ Then let vs go hence, with kindnes my her ye do kyll
+Health+ I pray you let vs go, wherfore do we byde styll.

and goeth out
+Remdi+ As touching my first purpose hither I am com again I trow ye
know me, good remedy is my name
That euery day doth take
great .abor or payne 740 To amende all faultes, I am chosen to the same

yf any mans conscience here doth grudge or shame
Hauing in him
self remorse, & mendes in tyme & space
I am good remedy, and god
is ful of mercy and grace
Therfore I wyl stand asyde, & a lyttel whyle
remaine
Of welth, Helth and Lybertye, for to inquire
How they be
ordred, and yf any man complayne
I wil be glad to shew me remedy,
my think I se one a peare.
+Hance+ Begots drowse ic my selfe bin c[=u]pt heye scõ lansmã 750 Ic
mot in ander land lopen, al is quade dan
+Remdi+ Thou fleming frõ wh[=e]ce comest [thou]
& what dost [thou] here.
+Hance+ Ic my