+Wyll.+ I wyll swere for hym, as tor this yeares twenty that he hath ben euer as true as I yet sometyme he will steale and make a lye He is of my alyaunce.

+Remdi+ In good fayth the same thinke I 640
That ye be both lyke, full unthrifty
Syrs how do ye lyue, shew me quickly
Or I shall put you in duraunce

+wytte.+ How liue we? mary our meate
Cummest thou hether for to threte: 
So lowly syr wittam doth speake
From whence doth he come can ye shewe

+Wyll.+ What dost thou ayle canst thou tell? 
Hast thou any thing with vs to mell? 
By the masse thy handes doth tykell 650
Thou shalt beare me a blowe.

+remedi+ you false theues I know ye well I shall let your purpose euey deale yllwyll, and shrewd wit, the deuyll of hell Take ye both for me.

+wytte.+ Mary thou lyest, our names be not so Call vs but wit, and wyll, adde no more thereto, yf thou doest thou were as good no We shall handle you shrewdly

+Remdi+ Syrs farewell here I wil no longer abide 660
For you both shortly I wyll prouide
That all your falfe craft shalbe out tryed
And our subtillitie knowen and goeth out.

+wytte.+ To go so soone the horson was wyse
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
As his fast in your kechin, or seller truly.

Liberty turneth him 690

With that nother I am not content
I wolde there should be liberalitie compet[=e]t
And with honesti it is conoenient
That our neighbour fare the better

+Wyll.+ you be angey with all that we haue done
Cum away brother let us go hens soone
I know a new maister wher we shalbe welcume
God be with you gentyl maister

+Welth.+ Why wil ye begone tor a worde
Peraduenture we did but boorde 700
Me thinke ye should your mayster foorde
For to speake my minde.