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