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