+wytte+ Nay nay, I can tel what was the matter Remedy was here, and he dyd flatter ye trust he more than vs and better But marke the ende, what ye shal find

+Health+ With good remedy we spake in dede
To folow his counsel we had neede
He warned vs that we should take hede
Of excesse and prodigalitie. 710

  +Wytte+ I meruayle ye speake so of good remedy
It is I that can do more than he
Wyt can make shyft at necessity
When Remedi cannot be hearde
  I know some that hath this thousand yere
Sought god remedy and yet neuer rhe nere
wit can put remedy by, yea this is cleare
For wit is a crafty lad.

+Wyll.+ And wyl is an vngracious stay Wyl hath doone many thinges men say 720 And yf ye let wit and wil goe his way ye wil repent it soone.

+liberty+ Why what cause haue you to go your way ye shall abyde wich vs though you say nay I wyl folow wyl, and wit alway And so I haue euer done

+wytte.+ yf I wist al my masters wolde so do
Then from your seruyce I wolde not goo
Speake now whether ye wyl or no
And let vs know your minde 730

+Health+ Syrs ye be welco me to me playne
And for your company I am full fayne
I had leuer suffer great payne
Then to leue my wit and wyl,

  +Wyll.+ Then let vs go hence, with kindnes my her ye do kyll

  +Health+ I pray you let vs go, wherfore do we byde styll.

and goeth out

+Remdi+ As touching my first purpose hither I am com again
I trow ye know me, good remedy is my name
That euery day doth take great .abor or payne 740
To amende all faultes, I am chosen to the same
yf any mans conscience here doth grudge or shame
Hauing in him self remorse, & mendes in tyme & space
I am good remedy, and god is ful of mercy and grace
Therfore I wyl stand asyde, & a lyttel whyle remaine
Of welth, Helth and Lybertye, for to inquire
How they be ordred, and yf any man complayne
I wil be glad to shew me remedy, my think I se one a peare.

+Hance+ Begots drowse ic my selfe bin c[=u]pt heye sco lansma 750 Ic mot in ander land lopen, al is quade dan

+Remdi+ Thou fleming fro wh[=e]ce comest [thou]
& what dost [thou] here.

+Hance+ Ic my self cumt fro sent Katryns dore
mot ic skyne de ca beer

+Remdi+ Get [the] thether againe, & tary here no loger

+Hance+ Syr ic mot mid ye spreken ic my self be en scomaker

+Remdi+ What and thou be therwith I haue nothin a doo.

+Hance+ Ic dest al forlore, copin is dod, ic maght aot do therto

+Remdi+ I pray thee go hence, for thou dost trouble me yll.

+Hance+ Nen ic seker, ic wyl not gon, ic wold fain liue hore stil

+Remdi+ There is to mainy allaunts in this reale, but now I 760 good remedy haue so provided that English men shall lyue the better dayly.