+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 yt becummes you better to handle a potte of beare

+Hance+ Dat maght icvell dan, ic can skynke frelyck Tab bers frow, ic briuges brore, begotts nemerick

+wytte.+ The horsen knaue by the masse is dronke A winking for depe his eyen be cleane lonck

+Hance+ Ic foraue ye vell ye seg dac ic slope Nenike, nenike, ic compte hore for an andor cope 410

+Wyll.+ Wel coppin I pray the hartly tell vs trew Wherfore comest thou hether for any thing to sew

+Hance+ yeicke feger, en b[=u]bardere va de koyning wei it be Heb twe skelling de dagh ic con scote de culueryn

+wytte.+ Nay ye shall walke a fleming knaue, wyl ye not see We haue English gunners ynow, there is no rome empty

+Hance+ Ic best en bomberde mot ye to me spreken what segye ye bones, it sal ye yode flaen

+Wyll.+ We speake not to thee thou art a scone man But goe thy way they be not here that promot [the] ca 420

  +Hance+ Caut ye me a de house dragen van degrot here.

  +wytte.+ Hance ye must go to [the] court & for welth inquire

+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 lanma & 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
Or els al wilbe nought
  There is one they call good remedy
In this realme, he hath geeat actortty 450 He is a noble man and much worthy Many thinges he hach wrought
He is called lust, discreete and indifference
Willing to fulfil his soueraines commaundement
He is not fraide to do right punishment
Therfore of him I am afrayde