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