+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 deuose how that we may
Be in seruice with welth alwaye
Let me here what thou canst do or say
To helpe for to contryue it.

+wytte.+ For thy pleasure that I shall
This wyll I doo first of all
Flatter and lye, and euermore call
Them my good maysters ftyll. 440
Then with swering, lying and powlinge
Brybry, theft, and preuy pyking
Thus I shred wet, wyll euer be doinge
I warrant ther yllwyll.

+Wyll.+ I cun thee thanke, this is well deuysed
And I yll wil, wolde haue euery man dispised
But now another thing must be contriued