+liberti.+ In dede as he saythe it may well be For wyl euer longeth vnto lybrtye Therfore good freende welcome to me I praye you al be good to him And goeth out
+Welth.+ For your sake he is welcome to vs all Let him come to our place ano than he shall Haue succoure of vs and helpe withal & now we wil depart. And welth & helth goth out. 330
+Wyll.+ Wyl ye go hence. I thanke ye masters with al my hert I wyl seke you out I warrant you feare not Now they be gone I am glad by saint mary A lyttel while heare I purpose to tary How to deceyue welth, helth, and libertie Now must I deuyse. For I am a chylde that is pas grace Ilwyll I am called that in euery place Doth much mischiefe this is a playne case Uertue I doo vtterly dispise, 340 But if they wyst what I were Then of my purpose I should be neuer [the] nere I wyl kepe my tonge leste that I mar My whole intent and wyll. But now I meruayle by this day Where shrewd wit is gone a stray Some crafty touche is in his way I here him, peace, stand styll.
¶ Dieu vous garde playsaunce 350 On seuen or no mumchaunce, what yonkers dare auaunce To playe a grote or twaine. Loe heare I haue in store Two or three grotes and no more I take great thought therfore For to kepe it, it is much payne I come now out of a place where is a company of small grace Theues and hores that spendes a pace They were dronken all the sorte. 360 One of their purces I did aspy Out of his sleue where it dyd lye And one wynked on me with his eye But ther began the sporte Their false falsehode, and I crafty wyt got the purse loe, heare I haue it I ran my way and let hym syt Smoke and shitten arse together. And yf that I had yll wyll here with this money we wolde make good chere 370 Gentle brother wyll, I pray the apeare For thou art in some corner.
+Wytte+ I woulde come in but I am a fearde Least that I be taken by the bearde Wyth some catchepol, I haue heard How thou haste stollen a purse
+wylle+ Thou horson art thou mad, cum in I say This is not the fyrste hazard that I haue scaped yf I make an hand to decke my felfe gay what am I the worse. 380
+wyll+ From thy company I cannot abyde I must nedes holde upon thy syde yllwyll and shrewdwit who caa hyde For they will be together.