+Hance+ What segt ye by gots drowse, dai is de quade man Be de moro goi, ic my selfe loue de scone Englishman.

+Remdi+ Fie on [the] flattering knaue,
fie on you alia[=u]ts al I say
ye can [with] craft & subtel tiget englishm[=e]s welth away

+Hance+ O skon mester, ic heb hore bin, this darten yeore ic canskote de coluerin, & ic can be dr beare broer, trust see so prouide that welth from you haue I shall

+Hance+ Ic seg to you dat welth is lopen in an ander contry 770 wat hebegy dar brough, forstan ye net, segt me

+Remdi+ Ic vnderstand the wel, yet thou liest lyke a knaue welth is here [=i] Englad, & welth stil i trust we shal haue

+Hance+ Ic ment no quad ic loue de english man by min here C[=u]p vp sent Katrin and ic shal ye geu[=e] twe stope bere,

+Remdi+ Get [the] hence drok[=e] fleming
[thou] shalt tary no lenger here

+Hance+ Mor it net mare herebin, woder sal ic gewest kiskin Ic wil to de Kaizer gan, dar fall ic wal skinkin

& goth out

+Remdi+ Is he gon?  I pray god the deuyll go with him wher is welth, helth & tiberty.  I wold see th[=e] come in 780

Helth commeth in with a kercher on his head.

+Health+ ¶ O good lorde helpe me, by your licence my souerain I am homely to com her in your pres[=e]ce thus diseased Nede constraineth me, for remedy I wold haue faine I am [=i]fect both body & soul, I prai you be not displesed

+Remdi+ Why what aile you shew me, yet you I do not know Glad I am to remedy any man, that is affirmity I perceiue by your phisnamy, [that] ye ar veri weke feble & low yet show me your griefe, & I wil help you gladly.

  +Health+ Gracio[us] remedi I thank you, yet I am half ashamed 790
to shew you mi maladi & mi name, I was called helth
  Therfore I am wel worthi to be punished & blamed
Because I haue not folowed your co[=u]sel, but al thing
may be suffered saue welth.

+Remdy+ Are you helth, this maketh me very pensife and sad ye t be of good chere, & show how you were infect To remedy you and succour you I wold be very glad For god wyl punish the people when they be detelt

+Health+ Syr I thanke god therof for wel worthy I am My conscience doth iudge, some trouble haue I must 800 A mendes I wyl make to god and if I can Wil ad wit hath deceiued me in them I put my trust.

+Remdi+ yf thou haue doone amisse, and be sory therfore Then helfe a mendes is made, for that is contrission Let that passe, now wil I axe you one thyng more Wher be welth ad Libertie, be they of good disposicio

+Health+ As for welth is fallen in decay, and neceslitie By wast & war, thorow ytt wyll, and shrewdwit And lybertie is kept in duraunce and captiuite God helpe vs all, and sende vs good remedy for it 810

+Remdi+ For to heare this tale it maketh my hart heauie yet be of good cofort, god is ful of grace, & I am good