+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