+Health+ ¶ Sir, th[=e] I besech you help vs in the way of charity

+Remdi+ I would fayne but I cannot tel which way to begin Except I might catch wil & wit, then I trow I could Tye th[=e] shorter, for they destroy welth, helth & liberty bi sin yf I had [the] theues, punish th[=e] extremly I wole.

+Health+ You may soone catch them, if ye wil stande a syde From this place they two, wyl not longe abide.

  +Remdi+ Me thinketh I here them com, helpe to holde th[=e] fast 820

will turneth

+Wyll.+ Cum in wit for herc is no body
We may ve bolde and talke largely
Our hartes to eafe ano shew plainly
What we haue doone.

+wytte+ I must nedes laugh I cannot forbeare
To remember warre that knaue wil ye heare
The horson fleming was beshitten for feare
Because he should boyde so soone.

+Wyll.+ Herke now do I meruayle by this bread For I weae surely uhat hrlth be dead 830 I saw saw him go with a kercher on his head As he should go at hangyng.

+wytte+ Harke in thine Eare, yf tste horson hap
To complayne to him that weres the red cap
I feare then shortly he wyl us clap
By the heles from our liuingl

+Wyll.+ Nay nay, there is no doubt
By hym I haue reported all about
That he doth not wel, his good name to put out
ylwyl cannot say wel, 840

+remedi.+ Frende therin thou art the more to blam Co staunder me wrongfully, and vndesrrued But or thou drpart thou shalt answere for the same, wher is Welth & liberty, how hast thou th[=e] ordred?

+Wyll+ Qury cicis quest is vn malt ombre Me is vn spy&nardo compoco parlauere.

+Health+ Thou folse chefe is thine English tonge gone as mischeuo[us] il wil & shrewdwit, ye haue destroyd ma ni on

+Wytte.+ Sir hurt not me, & I wiltel you trouth anone This same ia as false a knaue as euer cam [with]in saint Ioh[=e]s 850

+wyll.+ Per amor de my as peca vn poco Eo queris and ar pour lagraunt creae so

+Remdy+ I can not tel what thou dost meae blabbler But [thou] shalt speake English & confesse an other mater,

+Health+ Syr I besech your lordship, in the way of charity Let not fhese thefes escape your hands they haue destroyed us utterly.

+wytte:+ Syr, beleue hym not he speakes but of malice onely we be true men, therof we shall fetch good witnes An honest man that shalbe bound for him and me 860 The law sayth plaine, nulla fides contra testes

  +Remdi+ that is trouth, but who wilbe witnes or bo[=u]d for the

+Wyll.+ There is three amonge you in this howse I Iyfgo to fetch them quickly

  +Wytte.+ They wil come vns[=e]d for I warant you if they wyst

  +Remd+ what be theyr names, tel me what they be,

+Wyll.+ That on is Iohn Irische abd Iohn sholer But ful these be honest men all three