An new enterlude of impacient pouerte newly imprynted. Foure men may well and easely playe it. Peace, Coll hassarde and Concience for one man. Haboundaunce and Mysrule for a nother man. Impacient pouerte, Prosperyte, [and] pouerte, for one. Enuy and the Somner for a nother man. Impatient poverty. 1561 Approx. 58 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 17 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2013-12 (EEBO-TCP Phase 2). A04055 STC 14113 ESTC S109084 99844734 99844734 9572

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An new enterlude of Impacient pouerte newly Imprynted.

¶Foure men may well and eaſely playe it.

Peace. Collhaſſarde and Concience for one man. Haboundaunce and Myſrule for a nother man. Impacient pouerte, Proſperyte, & pouerte, for one. Enuy and the Somner for a nother man.
depiction of three men
¶Peace begynneth. THe puyſaunt prynce and innocent moſt pure which hūbly deſcēded from ye ſete ſēpiternall Illumyne his beames of grace to euery creature To withſtand the conflycte of our enemyes mortall The deuyl, the worlde, & the fleſh, theſe thre in ſpecial whiche ſetteth deuyſion betwene ye ſoule & the body Inlike wiſe enuy ſetteth debat betwene party & partye I ſpeake for this cauſe, dayly ye may ſe How that by enuy and malyce, many be deſtroyed Which if they had lyued in peace wt pacient humilite Ryches and proſperyte with them had ben emploied For there as is peace, no man is annoyed For by peace men growe to great rycheſſe And by peace men lyue in great quyetneſſe I am named peace, which enuye doeth expell Enuye with me ſhall neuer reſt For enuy is one of the paynes of hell When that he ſoiourneth in a mans breſt Lyke the burnyng Fenix in her owne neſt Though ſhe can none other hurte ne greue yet ſhe dooth not ceaſe her ſelfe to myſcheue Enuye. A ſyr here was a longe predycacion Me thought ye ſayd in your communication To euery man peace was moſte behoued. Peace. For ſoth and ſo ſayd I. Enuye. That ſhalbe proued contrary by and by For by peace muche people are vndone Peace. What people are tho. Enuye. The armurer, the fletcher, and the bower Maryners, Gonners, and the poore ſowdyer Yea and alſo many another artyfycer Whiche I do not reherſe by name Peace. I ſaye the vnyuerſall people doth beſt obtayne where as peace is euer abydyng Enuye. Thou lyeſt ſo god me helpe and halydome For then were ſurgyons cleane vndone Of them that wyll fyght and breake apate They gete good lyuyng both early and late And what ſayeſt thou by men of lawe Theyr lyuyng were not worth a ſtrawe And euery man ſhould lyue in peace. Peace. That is not for the commons encreaſe For by peace they profyte in many a thinge Peace ſetteth amyte betwene kyng & kynge In tyme of peace marchauntes haue their courſe To paſſe and repaſſe Enuye. Thou lyeſt knaue by the maſſe For vnder colour of peace much ſuttelte hath bene wroughte And ſhips are taken ye marchaūtes dere haue bought Was that for their promocion Nay in tyme of warre Suche a knaue durſt not ſtere By ye maſſe were it not for ſhame yt ſhoulde bere me a blow Peace. Holde thy handes thou lewde felowe Thou art of euyll dyſpoſycion thus agaynſt peace to repugne The whiche from heauen deſcended downe to brynge man out of captyuyte Enuye. A horton why doeſt thou lye When were thou in heauen tell me by and by Howe cameſt thou downe with a ladder or a rope Peace. yt were no ſynne to hange the by the throte Thy wordes be enuyous, not grounded on charite. Enuye. Syr one thyng I praye you tell me. Peace. What is that Enuye. Haue ye any wyfe or no Peace. Why aſke ye ſo Enuye. Bycauſe ye ſaye peace is moſte expedyent yf your wyfe made you cockolde you beyng preſent What woulde ye do Peace. Geue her ſuche punyſhement as longeth therto Enuye. A fal • e flatteryng horſouloo Nowe thou ſayeſt agaynſt thyne owne declaration Yf thou fyght where is then peace become Peace. I breake not peace with doing due correction For correction ſhould be done charytably Iraſcemini et nolite peccare Enuye. I ſhall mete that at omnium quare Pace ſhould forgeue and not be reuenged Hence horſon by our lady of wolpit I ſha • l rappe thee one the pate Peace. Go hence wretche thou make bate yt were almes to ſet the in newgate Howe maiſter conſtable come nere Here is a wretche without reaſon Take and put hym in pryſon With as many yrons as he may beare Enuye. By our lady I wyll come no nere A conſtable quod ha, nay that wyll I not abyde For I am lothe to go ſhorter tyde yet longe horſon for all thy pryde I ſhall mete with thee another daye When one of vs two ſhall goo a knaue a waye Peace. O thou wretche thou ought to remorde That ſo tarre arte exyled from charyte Lo he thynketh not, howe mekely his maker & Lorde Suffered reprefe and dyed vpon a tree Geuynge vs example that with humylyte Euery man ſhould folowe his trace That in heauen wyll clayme a place ¶Impacient pouerte. Kepe kepe for coxs face. Peace. Why art thou ſo out of pacience impacyent po. A knaue would haue reſted me I owe hym but .xl pence He ſhall abyde by goddes dere bleſt. Peace. Take hede my frende thus ſayeth the texte In lytle medlyng ſtandeth great reſt Therfore paye thy duetye well and honeſtly With fewe wordes diſcretely Another tyme ye ſhall be the better truſte impacy. That wyl I neuer do whyle I lyue let him do hys beſt I had leuer laye all my good to pledge To gete a wryte of pryueldge So may I gy by his noſe at large Spyte of his tethe who ſo euer ſay nay Peace. This is but a wilfull mynde if thou wilt not paye Thy very duety, whiche can not be denade Geuing of thy wryte and expence in the lawe Wyll coſt more then thy duty, this well I knawe Thy dette therewith can not be payde yt is only a deferryng of the payment. impacy. yet the knaue ſhall not haue his entent. Peace. Thou ſhalt pay by rightfull iudgement For the lawe is indifferent to euery perſon impacy. I ſe thou holdeſt on his opynion yet I ſet not by you both a ryſſhe And I mete the knaue I ſhall hewe his fleſſhe Helpe hym thou olde churle and thou can Peace. I ſe thou art an euyll dyſpoſed man I vtterly forſake thy condycion impacy. Mary auaunt long precious horſon I ſet not by the nor hym, I make God auowe I am as good a man as thou for all thy good Let it be tryed by māhode, and therto I geue the my gloue Peace. Alſo to warryours I do reproue For peace loueth not to fyght impacyent po. No olde foole, thou haſt thy myght For in age is nought els but cowardyſe Peace. youth with his courage lyght Nor ſtrenght with multytude I do ye plight Are not onely the cauſe of victory impacy. No good ſyr, what then. Peace. Grace and good gouernaunce of man For with good diſcreſion they began That were the great wynners of victory impacy. The victory is gotten by diſcretion I praye you ſyr ſhewe me this leſſon How to come to rycheſſe, for that is all my care For I am euer in great neceſſite Meate and drynke with me is ſcarſyte No man wyll truſt me of a peny And alſo my clothes are but bare Good ſyr what ſay you therin. Peace. I holde it punyſhement for thy ſynne Shew me what is thy name impacy. I am named Impacient pouerte Peace. For ſoth that may well be Thou art ſo full of wrath and enuy In thee can growe no grace But yf thou wylt forſake ſenſualyte And be gouerned by reaſon, as I ſhall enduce thee Thou ſhalt come to rycheſſe, within ſhorte ſpace impacy. Shew me that now in this place And therto I wyll agre Peace. Thou muſt loue thy neyghboure with charite Do vnto hym, no maner of dyſeaſe Loke howe thou would he dyd to thee Do to hym no worſe in no degree And then thou ſhalt our lorde pleaſe. impacy▪ Shall I loue hym that loueth not me? Thoſe that trouble & rebuke me ſhamfully That wyll I neuer do whyle I lyue. Peace. Thou muſt charitably all fautes forgeue Wwat ſoeuer any man to thee ſaye Let as thou hardeſt it not, turne thyne care awaye Thou • halt pleaſe god, yf thou ſo do. impacy. Nay by god there hoo What is he in all this place That wyll do as this man ſayde Shewe me or I go yf a man do you a great offence Wyll ye kepe your pacience Naye be god not ſo I put caſe I breake your head Wyll ye ſuffre that in very dede. Peace. to ſuffer for chriſtes ſake I ſhal haue mede impacy That ſhall I knowe by goddes breade. Peace. Holde thy hande and kepe pacyence thinke what chriſte ſuffered for our offence He was beatē ſcourged, & ſpite on wt violēce And ſuffered death for our ſake yet he toke it paciently He forgaue his death, & praied for his enmys Pater dimite illis, his ſaying was truely An exam 〈◊〉 vs to take to be meke in harte: beati pauperes ſpiritu Shall Chriſte ſaye full euen. Et venite benediciti: come my bleſſed chyldren To the kyngdome of heauen. impacy▪ Syr I thanke you, for your ghoſtly inſtruction Vnto your ſaying, I can make no delayaunce I put me vnder your gouernacion And for my myſdedes, I take greate repentaunce Peace. Then to my ſayinge, take good remembraunce Exercyſe yourſelfe in vertue, from this tyme hence And vnto peace euermore be obedyent Syt before euery ſharpe word, a ſhilde of ſuffraunce And when tyme is of your concupiſſaunce impacy. Then pacyfye it with benygne reſyſtaunce Ser gramercy, yt ye haue brought me to this eſtate By your aduertiſmēt I am willing to liue in chriſtes law There as I haue offended him both early & late I ſerued hym not for loue nor for awe Therfore nowe ryght well I knowe That pouerte and myſery that I my lyfe in leade yt is but only punyſhement for my myſdeade Peace. Nowe or we any further procede Holde this veſture and put it on thee From henceforth thou ſhalt be called proſperytie Proſpe. I thanke god and you I am in felicite Peace. Now vnto you I ſhall here ſhewe Of ſuche thynges as ye ſhall eſchewe Fyrſt your ſoule loke that ye kepe cleane Beware of myſrule in any wyſe Playe not at caylles, cardes nor dyſe Alſo from miſwomen, for by them miſchefe may ryſe As it doeth often, thys dayly is ſene Haunte no tauernes, nor ſytte not vp late Let no haſſardes nor riotours, wt you be checke mat For then wyll enuy come, and make debate The whiche ſhall cauſe great troble Be plentyfull of ſuche as god hath ſent Vnto ye poore people geue with good intēte For euery peny that is ſo ſpent God wyll ſende the double. Take hede and do as I haue ſayde Proſpe. Syr therwith I holde me well apayde As ye haue commaunded me it ſhall be done Peace. Then let vs departe for a ſeaſon plyenede I wyll be your protection. Exiūt ambo Haboū. Ioye and ſolace be in this hall Is there no man here that knoweth me at all I am beloued both with great and ſmall Haboundaunce is my name I haue all thynges as me lyſt Meate drynke, and cloth of the beſt Golde and ſyluer, full is euery cheſt In fayth I wyll not layne I thynke ye knowe not my wayes Howe I gette goodes nowe a dayes By a propre meane Thynke you that I woulde Lende eyther ſyluer or golde That daye ſhall not be ſene But I wyll lende them ware That ſhal be both badde and deare Not worth the money he ſhall pay And yf he can no ſuerte get Of my ware he getteth ryght nought Without a good pledge he laye Then wyll I for myne auayle He ſhall make a byll of ſayle To me full bought, and ſolde yf the daye be exſpyred and paſte Then wyll I holde it faſte He ſhall not haue it though he would this crafte I haue longe vſed And ſome men do not yet refuſe it this is openly knowne What is he in all this towne that wyll lende without ſynguler commodſt Shoulde I tende without a profyte Nay than I holde nought worth my wytte. Conſcy. All this ye ſaye, is agaynſt conſcience Haboū. Conſcience quod a, nay then ſhal we neuer thryue For I knowe hym not alyue By conſcience that commeth to ſubſtaunce I haue all maner of marchaundy I ſell for longe dayes to them that are nedy And for the payment I haue good ſuertye Bounde in ſtatute marchaunce Becauſe I maye forbeare I ſell my ware ſo deare I make fourty of twenty in halfe a yeare Other men do ſo as well as I. Conſcy. Euen ſynne, vary ſhame mary fye Theſe goodes are gotten vntrewely Many a man is vndone therby To take this ware to deare Haboū. They ſeke to me both farre and neare Me thynke it is a good dede To helpe a man at his nede Yet I haue other meanes Wherby to gette great gaynes I thynke ye knowe not that Conſcy. I no God wote Haboſt. No ye are but an ydyote I ſolde a man as muche ware, as came to .xl. pondue And in an oblygacion, I had hym bounde To pay me at a certayne daye And whan the bargayne was made playne Myne owne ſeruaunt, bought the ſame ware againe For the thyrde penny it coſte, ye wote what I meane But was not this a wyſe waye? Conſcy. Thou ſhalt repent it another daye I charge the as farre as I maye Suche falſe wayes neuer begynne Haboū. Wherfore this is no ſynne yt is playne byeng and ſellyng Lawfull it is for a man to wynne Els ryche ſhall he neuer be. Enuye. Wynnyng to be hadde, with due ſuffycience In trewe byeng and ſellyng, is not to diſcommende But for thy falſe vſuri, thou art curſed in ye ſentence I praye God geue thee grace for to amende. Conſcy. Is euery man accurſed, that doeth bye and ſell Then ſhall no man with marchaundyſe mell Howe ſhall the worlde then be vpholde Haboū. Nay ſyr, amyſſe ye do vnderſtande me All thoſe that occupy falſe vſurye And tranſgreſſeth the lawes of God by iniquitie All ſuche are accurſed I you tolde As for byeng and ſellyng, nedes muſt be And God commaunded to lende to thē that are nedy So it be not to their iniurye For luker to theym ſolde. Haboū. Howe ſhoulde I ſell, ſhewe me your wayes Conſcy. ye may not ſell the dearer for dayes yf ye do, it is contrarye to Goddes lawes Haboū. It is vſed in oure Countrey Conſcy. yt is the more pytie One ſuche is able to deſtroye a Cytye And God ſhewe not his great mercy All ſuche are dampned by his equite Haboū. God forfende that ſhould be Howe ſhall men do that be of great reputacion Whiche kepe theyr goodes on this ſame faſhyon By vſury, dyſceyte and by extorcion I do ſo my ſelfe, wherfore ſhoulde I lye Conſcy. Thou mayſt be the more ſorye Haboū. It is ſo nowe, what remedy Conſcy. Doo make reſtytucion Haboū. What call ye reſtytucion? Conſcy. Reſtore ſuche goodes as ye haue gotten wrongfully by oppreſſion. Then ſhall I haue lyttle in my poſſeſſion I wyll make God amendes, another waye I wyll faſte and I wyll praye And I wyll geue almes euery daye That I haue done amyſſe, I am ſory therfore Conſcy. This is not ſufficient, thou muſt reſtore Quia non dimittitur peccatum Niſi reſtituatur ablatum ye muſt reſtore to them, ye haue offended vnto haboū. Then I ſhall ſhewe you what I ſhall doo I wyll put it in my Teſtamente That myne executours ſhall paye and content For wyle I lyue I wyll not haue my good ſpente For yf I do I am but ſpylte Conſcy. Make amendes man for thy gylte Rather ſpyll thy body then thy ſoule Haboū. Men of ſubſtaunce ar a ſhamed to fall Conſcy. That cauſeth them to reſt in their ſynne Haboū. yet euer with thy ſtrongeſt parte renneth the ball Conſcy. yeſterday thou canſt not agayne call when thou art dead ye gate of mercy is ſhut yu cannot come in Haboū. Then let hym ſtande without Conſcy. So of thy ſoule thou haſt no doute Haboū. When thou ſeeſt my ſoule torne ſet on a cloute yf falſhode, vſury, and extorcion ſhould not route Thouſandes in this realme ſhould be put out The thyrde parte ſhould not byde by ſaynt Paule Conſcy. yet often falſhode hath a greate fall An example by kyng Achab with this ſothe Deſyred the vyneyarde of that poore man Naboth By counſell of Iezabell that kynges wyfe Bycauſe he would not ſell his poſſeſſion Of two falſe witneſſes he was peached of hye treaſō And through the mouth of a falſe queſt it rane which cauſed the poore man to leſe both lande & lyfe After that of goddes owne byddyng Came Helas the prophete to Achab the kyng Saying he ſhoulde haue euyll endyng And ſo he had, for by the waye as he rode He fell and brake his necke, where dogges lapped his blode this exāple to al vſurers & opp̄ſſours as thinketh me cōtrary Shul cauſe them of god ſore a dred to be. haboun. Syr ye preache very holyly, but your dedes be oftē cōtrary ye be ſo acquaynted with couetouſe and ſymony That maketh vs to take the ſame waye Conſcy. So euery euyll diſpoſed parſone doth ſaye The fraylte of man doeth often offende then call for grace, and ſhortly amende Therfore I counſell thee to pretende to repente and be ſory for thy myſdede Haboū. yet thus I wyll my lyfe lede For of your ſaying I take no hede ye wyll mucker vp both golde and treaſure ye haue ryches without meaſure And of the fleſhe ye haue your pleaſure ye can find no wayes to amēd your ſelfe I you inſure Therfore rebuke not me for my ſynne ne good God be with you, you ſhall not rule me Conſcy. O dule wytte plunged by ignoraunce Regardyng nothyng by ghoſtly inſtruction Setting more his mynde on worldly ſubſtaunce Then to the euerlaſtyng lyfe that is to come God wyll ſtryke when he lyſt, ye know not how ſone therfore to euery man this counſell I geue To be ſory of your ſynne, & do penaunce while ye liue ¶Here cometh enuye runnyng in laughyng, & ſaith to conſcience. Enuye. Nowe in faith I would ye had be there Conſcy. Where ſhould I haue be. Enuye. A better ſporte ye neuer ſe. Conſcy. Where at laughe ye ſo faſte Enuye. He to go and ſhe after. And within a whyle he cought her He toke of here an incroke And chopte her on the hele with his fote Anone be whypte her on the backe A horſone quod ſhe, playeſt thou me that And with her hele ſhe gaue hym a ſ • at That he was fayne to go backe agayne Conſcy. Good felowe thou arte to blame Suche wordes to haue no good thou can. Enuye. I ſayde it to make you ſporte and game I crye you mercy, I was to blame I ſe ye are ſome vertuous man Conſcy. Shortely hence that waye thou came For here thou ſhalt not be Enuye. Good Lorde ſome ſuccour thou ſend me That I be no not out caſte Conſcy. What is thy name, ſhortly ſhewe me Enuye I dare not ſyr, by Chriſt Ieſu Except ye kepe it pryuely. Conſcy. Feare not ſay on hardely Enuye. Syr my ryght name is charytie Sometyme beloued I was with the ſpiritualtie But nowe couetouſe & ſimony doth them ſo auaūce That good inſtitucion is turned to other ordinaunce And bonum exemplum, is put to ſuche hinderaunce That there I dare not apeare Conſcy. Symony is nowe in the ſpiritualtye Bonus paſtor ouium, therto wyll ſee Therfore me thynke this is a lye In holy Churche ſymony can not abyde Enuye. He goth in a cloke he can not be eſpyed And couetouſe ſo craftely doeth prouyde that bonus paſtor ouiū, is blind & wil not ſee Conſcy. That ye ſpeake is vpon enuy Therfore I thinke ye be not Charytie For charitie alwaye wyll ſaye the beſte Enuye. Amonges them can I haue no reſte Conſcy. Howe do ye with the temporaltie Enuye. There is pryde, ſlowth and lechery Which putteth me from that place Conſcy. Then be ye with the communaltie Enuye. They deſpyſe me vtterely One of them loue no another The ſyſter can not loue the brother Ne the chylde the father ne mother There I dare not ſhowe my face. Conſcy. This is to me a ſtraunge caſe What heare ye by conſcience. Enuye. Spiritual & tēporal ſet againſt him maruaylouſly Marchaūtes, men of law & artyfycers of euery degre They wyll hange hym and they hym eſpye Such exclemacion goeth through this realme round Conſcy. Why what faute haue they founde with hym ſo to do enuye. His wytte is nought, they ſay alſo Euery man putteth his wyll therto To banyſhe hym for euer. Conſci I knowe well it is not as ye ſaye For I am conſcience ye hye iudge of the lawe Enuye. Be ye conſcience, alas that euer I this day ſawe yf ye be taken, ye ſhalbe hanged and drawe For they haue vtterly put you downe And ſet couetyſe in your rowme Subtylte the ſcrybe his owne coſyn Conſci And falſhed the ſomner, for the courtes promocion. Enuye I maruayle wherfore this was done When riches came before you that muche wyl pay There he had lyued in ſynne many a day ye ſhould for mony lette hym go quyte a waye And put hym to no ſhame Let pouerte do penaunce for a lyttle offence He is not able to promote you of .xx. pence Then ſhould ye haue kept your reſydence And gotten your ſelfe a good name. Conſc Who ſo doeth they are to blame In myſorderyng them in ſuche wyſe enuye. y wis coſyn I ſhewe you as now is ye guyſe For by couetyſe muche people doeth vp ryſe whiche is againſt both you and me Conſcy. Charyte I praye you ſhewe what remedy In this matter for me may be founde enuye. Shortly get you to wyldernes, or ſome other regiō For they wyll hange you vp at the Tyborne If they fynde you in this place And I muſte departe alſo Conſci This is to me muche ſorowe and wo I wyll go into ſome farre countre Fare well gentyll coſyn charyte enuye. I ſhall praye for you, praye ye forme This is an heauy departyng E • plorat I can in no wyſe forbeare wepyng yet keſſe me or ye go For ſorowe my harte wyll breke in two Is he gone, then haue at laughyng Aſyr is not this a ioly game That conſcience doeth not knowe my name Enuy in fayth I am the ſame what nedeth me for to lye I hate conſcient, peace loue and reſte Debate and ſtryfe that loue I beſte Accordyng to my properte when a man loueth well his wyfe I brynge theym at debate and ſtryfe This is ſene daylye Alſo betwene ſyſter and brother There ſhall no neyghbour loue another where I dwell bye And nowe I tell you playne Of one man I haue dyſdayne Proſperyte men do hym call He is nye of my blood And he to haue ſo muche worldly good That greueth me worſt of all proſpe Ieſus that is both ſtedfaſt and ſtable Euer perſeueraunt and neuer mutable He ſaue this congreacion. enuye. welcome pouerte by coxs paſſion Ho we haue ye done this many a daye Proſpe. I thanke god as well as any man may ye call me wrong my name ia proſperyte Enuye. Proſperyte with an euyll happe Howe the deuyll fortuneſt that I knewe the impacient pouertie proſpe. Whatſoeur I was let that matter pas And take me as I am. enuye. I crye you mercy I was to blame To call you by your olde name yet all theſe people thynke ye are the ſame Impacient pouertie as I ſayd before proſpe. Auaunt I tell the, I am a gentylman bore If I here the reporte ſuche wordes anymore Thou ſhalt be punyſhed lyke a knaue. enuye. A knaue quod, a cors paſſion I am your owne coſyn And nye of your conſanguynyte. proſpe. Thou and I are not of one affinyte. enuye. If I were a ryche man, ye would not ſaye ſo by me ye wold then ſaye I were your next kynſmā on lyue Proſpe. I ſaye go hence and make no more ſtryfe I ſet not by ſuche a pore haſkarde enuye. Syr do not you knowe my name Proſpe. I knowe the not by ſaynt Iame. Enuye. Charyte in fayth I am the ſame what nedeth me for to lye I am your coſen and ſo wyll I dye ye may be glad ſuche a kynſman to haue proſpe. Shall we haue more a do yet thou knaue I charge the neuer knowe me for thy kynne enuye. I praye you a worde or I go proſpe. Saye on ſhortly then haue I do enuye. Syr, I haue of golde thre hundreth pounde In a bagge faſte y bounde At home loked in my cheſte I purpoſe to go to Ieruſalem ye ſhall kepe it tyll I come agayne I putte you beſt in truſte. proſpe Coſyn I would fayne do the beſte Becauſe ye are nere of my bloode enuye. what, are ye nowe in that moode Nowe I am your kynſman becauſe of my good Before of me he had dyſdayne proſpe. As fore that I was to blame I knew you not, be not angrye ye are welcome to me coſyn charytie enuye. Then all theſe matters let be I come hyther with you to dwell ye muſt haue moſeruntes I do you tell Suche as were neceſſare for your perſon proſpe. I am content after your prouyſion In euery thyng let it be done As ye thynke moſte expedient enuye. Syr I ſhall do myne entent To gett you ſeruauntes mo Proſpe. I prraye you hertely it may be ſo A lytle ſeaſon I wyll from you go To ſolace me with ſome recreacion Exit Enuye. He that ſytteth aboue the mone Euermore be in your protection Aha here is a ſporte for a Lorde That proſperytie and I be well at accorde I ſhall bryng his thryft vnder the borde I truſte within ſhort ſpace For it greueth my harte ryght ſore He hath ſo muche treaſure in ſtore And I haue neuer the more I muſt fynde ſome proper ſhyfte That from his good he may be lyfte To bryng hym to miſrule I holde it beſte For he can ſone bryng it to paſſe Here myſrule ſyngeth without commyng in How what rutterkī haue we her I would he were our ſubchauntere Becauſe he can ſo well ſynge Feytes bone ſhere pour lamour de aſynt Iohn myſru. Mon • uer iocunde is ſet on a mery pynne By my trouthe I am diſpoſed to reuelyng Enuye. So me thynketh by your commyng in What myſrule where haſt thou bene many yeres By my trouth euen amonges my peres myſru. By my trouth euen amonges my peres I came now ſtragiht from the ſtewes From lytle prety I one Lorde that ſhe is a prety one Enuye. Holde thy peace let that alone Harke a worde or twayne to the I dwell nowe with proſperitie whiche hath muche worldly treaſure If thou can contryue in thy thought Howe that he may be brought to nought In all this worlde I deſyre no more. miſrule. Tuſhe take no thought therfore I con prouyde for that in the beſt wyſe Enuye. Then let me heare thy deuyce miſrule. I wyll brynge hym to claſſhe, cardes and dyſe And to propre trulles that be wanton and nyce which wyll not be kept at a ſmall pryce Howe thynkeſt thou, wyll not this do well. Enuye. yes but harken in counſell Thou muſt chaunge thy name myſru. I wyll ſaye I hyt myrth Enuye And I wyll ſaye theſame Peace whyſt I ſe hym come Proſpe God ſaue all this honorable company enuye. Syr you be welcome by our bleſſed 〈◊〉 I haue thought for you full longe Here is gentylman, I praye you for my ſake Say he is welcōe & into your ſeruice hī take For great courteſy he can Proſpe. Syr you be welcome, geue me your hande And ſhew me what is your name myſru. Syr my name is myrth Beloued with lordes and ladyes of byrth At euery tryumphe I am them with They can me not ones forbeare Enuye. And ye had ſought this thouſand yeare Suche another ye ſhall not fynde wherfore I counſell you in my mynde Let hym dwell with you for one yer. proſpe. At your requeſt I am content Suche a prete man for me were expedient And of his counſell fayne woulde I here. myſrule Syr ye muſt ſynge and daunce & make good chere I would ye had ſome propre wenche That were yonge and luſty at a pynche Here hele were not ſo brode as an ynche She would quycken your courage proſpe. Peace hath forbydden me ye outrage Enuye. He would ſet you at dotage Becauſe he is olde and nature is paſte He would nowe euer man ſhould faſte yf ye do ſo ye do but waſte And vnto you no mede myſrule A ſtrawe for hym, ye haue no nede Of hym to ſtande in awe or drede A meryer lyfe nowe maye ye lede Therfore be at your owne lybertye Proſpe. By my trouthe I may ſay to thee Syte I to hym dyd aſſent Had I neuer mery day But lyued in feare and drede alwaye Nothyng to myne entente Another whyle I wyll me ſporte Synge and daunce to my comforte. enuye. And amonge mery company do reſort For that ſhall length your lyfe myſrule Spare neyther mayde ne wyfe Take both and they come in your waye Enuye. Of with this lewde araye yt becometh you nought by this daye proſper By my trouth euen as you ſaye ye mary nowe am I well apayde Me thynketh I am properly arayde yf I had a propre trul ſhe ſhould be aſaid In the worſhype of the new yere Enuye. Ruſſhe vp mutton for beefe is deare Haue and reuell and chaunce: miſrule. Now let vs both ſynge and daunce Wyll ye haue a frenche rounde Proſpe. And thou ſhalt ſe me bounce aboue the grounde Hey with reuell daſhe Peace What proſperite is it come hereto Proſpe. What deuyll of hell haſt thou to do Shall I not make mery when me lyſte. Peace. yet I ſaye beware of had I wyſt Enuye. Hens ye knaue or els thou ſhalt lycke my fyſt I trowe thy head wolde haue ſome knockes Proſpe Go ſet hym in a payre of ſtockes That I hym no more ſe. Peace. yet man I ſaye remember thee And thynke what I to the haue ſayde. Eſcheue euermore theſe ryatours company And be ruled by reaſon as I thee badde Put from the theſe two parſons by whō thou art lad Enuy & myſrule with theyr ſinful & great abuſyon Which if thou wylt not forſake, will be thy confuiſon Proſpe. Auaunt lorden, and take this for a cancluſion Theſe men fro me thou ſhalt not ſeperate Go out of my ſyght or by coxs paſſion I ſhall laye the faſte in newegate Peace. It is better to forſake them betyme then to late This knaue would haue a broken pate miſrule. Let me alone by goddes bread This ſame ſworde ſhall ſtryke of his head. I praye you hence that ye were rydde Proſpe. Shortly haue hym out of my ſyght A lytle whyle geue me reſpyte Peace. And take hede what I do ſaye Remembre in what condicion thou was when I fyrſt mette the in this place Full ſymple in poore araye Nowe by the grace of god and counſel of me Thou art come to great proſperyte And ſo mayſt contynue vntyll thou dye yf thou wyſely take hede Let not ſenſualyte lede the brydell Be occupyed in vertue, and be not ydell The better ſhalt thou procede Theſe wreches wyll thy goodes ſpende and waſte then ſhalt thou be taken for an out caſte And mocked and ſcorned with moſte and leeſt Then wyll no man the helpe at nede Enuye. A ſyr euyll mote thou ſpede That ſo can rede his deſtanye. miſrule Wyll ye ſuffre this knaue in your companye Then god be with you I wyll forſake you proſpe. Go hence or in fayth I ſhall make you. Peace. Then to almyghty god I betake you enuye. Let me come to that bragg • r I ſhall thruſt him thorowe the ars with my dagger (And here the face Peace out of the place) Howe ſaye ye, was not this a good face To dryue a knaue out of the place myſrule In fayth thou made hym runne a pace Thou loked as thou hade bene madde Proſpe. Nowe by my trouth my harte is gladde Some mynſtrell nowe I woulde we hadde To reuell and daunce, for by ſaynt • hadde I am ſo lyght me thinke I flee. enuye. ye mary ſo ſhoulde it be For nowe I holde you wyſe. Syr and ye wyll do by myne aduyſe myſrule Let vs go ſtrayght to the floure delyce There ſhall ye fynde a man wyl playe at dyce with you for an hundreth pounde. proſpe. What man is he miſrule Colehaſſarde came late from beyond ye ſee Ragged and torne in a garded cote And in his purſe neuer a grote And now he goeth lyke a lorde Proſpe. I praye thee tell at one worde Is he a gentylman bore. Enuye. Tuſſhe take no thought therfore For be he gentylman knaue or boye yf he come here with a tryfle, or a toye He can no money lacke Proſpe. Now by the bread that god brake I thynke longe tyll I hym ſe Myrth go before and ordayne a good dyſſhe One of fleſſhe another of fyſſhe enuye. Nay let all be fleſſhe A yonge pullet tender and neſſhe That neuer came on broche, haue with ye or thou go myſrule What ſhall I haue? enuye. Foure quarters of a knaue Roſted vpon a ſpytte Exit myſrule. Proſpe Now by my trouth and Colhaſſard wyll ſytte I wyll play as l • nge as an hundreth pound wyll laſte Enuye. And ye wyll play an hundreth pound at a caſt He wyll kepe you playe. proſpe. Then let vs go our waye I ſyt on thornes tyll I come there enuye. That ſhall make your thryfte full bare proſperi What wyll it do Enuye. I ſaye we ſhall haue good chere When we come there. Exūt ambo. Se • ce. When phebus draweth into the occydentall And obſerued with clowdes myſty and darke Then trees, herbes, and graſſe, by courſe naturall want their chefe cōfort, thus ſayth many a clacke And lykewyſe that man in his warke Is deſtytute of reaſon, folowyng ſenſuall operacion The laſt tyme I was in this place Proſperite vnto myſrule put his hole confydence He regarded not my counſell, he lacked grace which in tyme coming ſhal turne him to incōueniēce with haſſarders, and ryotters, he kepeth reſydence At claſ he and cardes with al vnthryfty game whyche in contynuaunce ſhall bryng hym to ſhame To hym yet I wyll reſorte yf he be brought in pouertie I ſhall do hym all the comforte And all the helpe that lyeth in me I wyll neuer reſte tyll I hym ſe But ſeke about from place, to place And bryng hym to ſome better grace. Exit myſru. Colhaſſarde arte then there Horeſon knaue wylt thou not appere By my trouth I had went to haue founde hym here I holde hym gone ſome other waye And where is enuy I can not hym eſpye I trowe he is with proſperytie Proſperyte, nay, I may call hym folyſſhe pouertie As wyſe as a drake I haue brought hym to dyce, cardes, and claſ he And euer on his ſyde ranne the loſſe That he is not worthe a hendfull of moſſe Neyther hath not a hole brat to his backe enuye. Paſſion of god is it come to that This tydynges maketh my harte gladde myſru. In fayth he hath neyther golde, ſyluer, ne plate Colhaſſarde and I be both at one He promyſed me to haue halfe the game that euery thyng ſhall be deuyded in twayne He to haue the one halfe and I the other Enuye. Then let vs be partoners as brother and brother myſru. I can not ſaye, tyll colhaſſarde come then ſhall we knowe, both all and ſome Colhaſſarde. Here is a bagge of golde ſo rounde Here in is two thouſand pounde Of proſperyte me it wonne what man wt me is able to make comparyſō Nowe ſhall I take a marchauntes place to occupy I truſte within ſhorte ſpace To be in credence with Englyſhmen And when I am ſo well betruſte I may borowe ſo muche as me luſte A ſubtyll crafte then fynde I muſte to conuaye vnder coloure lyke fre men enuye. Herke this knaue ſo proude and ſtoute that hadde not to his arſe a hole cloute whē he came to this land, & now hath brought about To compare with a ſtate myſrule Nowe muſte I haue halfe money and halfe plate Calhaſ. Nay by god there thou ſpake to late None thereof from me ſhall ſcape then had I lyued to longe myſrule Thou promyſed me, when thou began Halfe thy wynnyng I ſhall haue Colhaſ. Holde thy peace lewde knaue knoweſt thou to whome thou doeſt ſpeake myſrule A horeſon thy head ſhall I breake Enuye. For the paſſion of god ſobre your mode I feare ſhedyng of knaues bloude ¶Here they fight & rune al out of the place And then entreth proſperiti poorely & ſaieth pouerte O Ieſu what maye this meane My goodes are ſpent and waſted away Alſo my men are from me clene I ſe them not this ſeuen nyghtes daye As longe as I myght ſpende and paye They helde me vp with falſe dyſſimulacion And nowe they forſake me in my moſte trybulacion Enuye. Come for cox • bones, why tary ye ſo longe myſrule In faith I come as as faſte as I can I am ſo angry I wot not what to do That yonder knaue ſcaped from me ſo enuye. What knaue is this I holde hym ſome ſpye pouerty I am your mayſter, knowe ye not me Enuye. Thou art come late out of marſhall ſee myſrule Me thynke his hayre groweth thorowe his hode pouerte Alas Collhaſſarde hath wonne all my good And lefte me neuer a groate Enuye. Mary ſo me thynke, ye haue chaunged your coate But nowe ye haue one vauntage. what is that. Enuye. your executours ſhall not ſtryue for your goode another daye pouerte Nor theues ſhall not robbe you goyng by the waye Thus ye ſhall ſtande out of doute myſrule Hens ragged knaue or thou ſhalt beare me a clout His clothes ſmell all of the ſmoke Enuye Nowe by ſaynt Hewe that holy biſſhoppe This matter is well brought to paſſe He is nowe a knaue as he was Fyrſt a knaue, and then a man And nowe he is a knaue agayne pouerte. Why ſaye ye ſo ye be to blame I am your maiſter proſperytie myſrule Auaunt lorell and euyll to the Get the out of this company Begynneſt thou nowe to make compariſō enuye. Let hym be your vnder page Geue hym meate and drynke and no wage Go bruſhe his gowne & make clene his ſhone myſrule Well knaue canſt thou no courteyſye enuye. He hath ſuche a dyſeaſe in his knee He can not chaunge a man a groate It is not as ye wene myſrule Come and ſe my ſhone made clene Enuye. By my fayth he ſhall wype myne myſrule This knaue is not mete for me yt greueth my harte when I hym ſe I wyll go hence and leue you twayne For enuy thou mayſt with pouertie rayne. Exit Enuye. Nay I had rether he were ſlayne. I am gone as ſone as ye Exit pouerte Abyde ſtyll with me gentyll charyte O to whome ſhould I ſewe, to whom ſhulde I plete O mortall worme wrapped all in wo As a man all mortyfyed, and maſed in my wytte I a captyfe in captyuite, lo fortune is my foo I am in endleſſe ſorowe, alas what ſhall I do theſe captiues thorow their coūcel & falſe imaginaciō Haue brought me to nought yt was of gret reputaciō Wo worth the tyme that I them knew I may well ſyghe, and ſaye alas For now I fynde theſe wodes full trewe That peace ſhewed me here in this place I regarded not his councell, I lacked grace wherfore nedy pouerty on me doth blow his horne That euery man and womā doth laugh me to ſcorne Example to all yonge men when they take in hande To occupye in the world for your behofe Loke wyſely before, and alſo vnderſtande Euil company deſtroyeth man, on me ye ſe the profe Make a ſure foundacyon, or ye ſet vp the rofe Of a good & vertuous begīnīg cometh a good endīg And euermore beware of vnmeſurable ſpending. Here entreth the Somner. Some. I aſſyte you in our court to appeare pouerte I pray you tell me wherfore Som. ye be a great ſlaunderer and full of enuy pouerty There wyll no man ſay ſo but you Some. what wylt thou geue me and thou ſhalt go quyte pouerte By my trouth I haue not one myte Some Then open penaunce and thou art lyke pouerte By my trouth I ſclander no man Some. Then come & ſcuſe thy ſelfe as well as thou can Heboundaunce entreth. Haboū. What man is he that can me dyſmay For I optayne all thyng at my wyll Or dare any thyng agaynſt me ſaye what ſoeuer I do be it good or yll For yf he do he were better be ſtyll I ſhall hym punyſhe be it ryght or wronge For with in my purſe, I can both ſaue and hang To repunge agaynſt me he were better be ſtyl I haue a propre trull for my paſtaunce In my chamber I her kepe, both nyght and daye My neyghbours therwith, taketh great greuaunce yet I kepe her ſtyll whoſoeuer ſay nay Howe be it there is one a poore caytyfe I heare ſaye Hath me accuſed in the courte ſpyritual And it coſt me a .C.li. punyſhe hym I ſhal Some. Open ſynne muſt haue open penaunce God ſpede my mayſter haboundaunce Haboū. what knaue art thou wt a very miſchaūce That cometh in ſo homely. Som. Syr I praye you be not angry I am an offycer of the ſpiritualte There is vpon you a great ſcleaunder ye kepe another mans wife in your chambre And lyue in great aduoutrye Haboū. what wretches doeth ſo ſaye by me Some. it is openly knowen euery where Before my maiſter I charge you to appere Vpon a boke there ſhall ye ſwere whether it be ſo or no Haboū. what is the beſte for me to do Rather than I to the courte wyll go I had • euer ſpende twenty pounde Some Syr if ſuche a waye may be founde To excuſe you, what wyll ye then ſaye Haboū. Now therof hartely I the praye Some. ye ſhall come home to my maiſters place And ſaye that ye be put vp of malyce Thruſt mony in his hande a pace And ſo ſhall ye go quyte awaye Haboun For thy counſell gramercy: holde here is .xl pence. Some Come on ſir I wil do my dyligence. exiunt ambo Here entreth the ſumner againe, and pouerte foloweth him with a candell in his hande doyng penaunce about the place. And then ſayeth the ſomner. Rowme ſyrs auoydaunce