yt cam I can not tell Hys chere was appalled euery dell and scant that he coulde speke to me one word But sâ—…ert hym euen vp and rose fro the bord ¶ He sayd he wold go ly down on a bed and prayd me for the maners sake That margery myght com hold hys hede Whyche as he told me bygan to ake And so she hath hym vndertake To make hym hole in an houre or twayne whan soeuer he hath any suche soden payn ¶ What yt meaneth I wote neuer But he syketh her phyâ—…yk so well That I trow the deuyll of hell Can not theym two dysseuer ¶ Lo thys haue I done and what trow ye more yet can I tell you better tydyng ¶ Worldly aff what ys that sensua ¶ Mary Reason that ye two spake of byfore Caâ—… euen to vs as we sat so drynkyng And gaue our mayster an hete worth an hangyng Bycause that margery sat on hys kne whyle that other hore sat talkyng wyth me ¶ My mayster saw that he coulde haue no rest Neuer be ryd of thys controllyng He prayed the man and thought yt best 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—…ut more taâ—…yeng 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Reason so 〈◊〉 the hed 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—…ruayll but he be now dede w. aff ¶ 〈◊〉 â—…an fyll all tâ—…e cuppes at ones 〈◊〉 thys be trew sensua 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 these 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 neuer a word Pryde ¶ Trowyst thou yt ys no fayned stryfe Bytwyxt theym two sensua ¶ No on my lyfe For whan they faught I ran bytwene and cryed kepe pece and leue debate But ye wold haue laughed had ye sene How I departed theym and for all that Sometyme I clapped Reason on the pate and cryed kepe the pece as fast as I coude Tyll I was horse I cryed so loude w. aff ¶ But can our master play the man now and fare wyth thys gere sensua ¶ ye make god auow And beware ye of one thyng Medyll ye no more wyth margery For by cokkys precyouse body If our mayster may yt espy Or haue an vnderstandyng That ye vse her company I tell you he wyll be angry He ys so full of ielosy As euer I knew man w. aff ¶ Ielosy pece man be styll He can therof no maner of skyll sensua ¶ No but say what ye wyll I am sure he can ¶ He ys now as famylyer Wyth bodely lust as euer ye were ye and therto as great a swerer Whan tyme requyres Knew I neuer of hys age A man of better corage To do all maner of outrage After our desyres ¶ Syth Reason and he were thus at varyaunce He hath be full of suche dalyaunce And both called to hys fauour and aâ—…quayntaunce â—…ur 〈◊〉 by and by â—…uy wreth glotony and coâ—…se Slouth and lechery become to hys serâ—…yce And vtterly he hatyth they re 〈◊〉 And that he professeth oâ—…enly w. aff ¶ And be these folke of hys retynue sensua ¶ ye euerychon on I tell you trew But mary there names be chaunged new For to blere hys eye I tell you he ys a serefull man For Reason styrreth hym now and than And therfore do we what we can It ys lytell I now hardely ¶ Syr a there ys fyrst Pryde as ye wot well The swete darlynge of the deuyll of hell How hys name ys chaunged ye can tell w. aff ¶ ye mary on the best wyse Wurshyp I wene ys now hys name sensua ¶ ye by the rode euen the same And couetyse to eschue all blame Doth hys name dysgyse And calleth hym selfe worldly polycy Wreth bycause he ys somwat hasty Is called manhode Then ys there enuy and he ys called dysdayn Glotony for good felyshyp ys taken and slouth hys old name hath forsaken And as fayre a name hath he shapen as euer man coulde ordayn He ys called ease ryght confortable to the blod Specyally for theym that luste to do no good and amonge all other I wold ye vnderstode That lechery ys called lust Lo these be fayre names parde Both good and honest as semeth me as for they re condycyons what they be ye know well w. aff ¶ â—…ery iust I know they re condycyons on the best wyse yf they kepe styll they re old gyse sensua ¶ yes that they do on warantyse w. aff ¶ But yet I haue grâ—…t maruayâ—… that couetyse shuld dwell in hys company sensua ¶ 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 trouth so and so haue I But one thyng I ensure you faythfully And that I haue espyed well that 〈◊〉 â—…derto our mayster setteth no store By hys councell nor hys lore Mary whan hys hed waxeth hore than shal be good season To folow couetyse and hys way ye tyme I now another day Euen so I hard our mayster say w. aff ¶ By my fayth he sayd but reason but all the remanent be well retayned sensua ¶ ye be ye sure yt ys mater vnfayned And wote ye who ys gretely dysdayned With our mayster now Pryde ¶ Who sensua ¶ By god euen shamfastnes whan he shall do any suche excesse No shame can fere hym doubtles I may say to you Pryde ¶ No than the craft were nought but now syrs well bethought Syth the mater ys hereto brought It ys tyme for me To go and make some prouysyon Of garmentys after the new inuencyon As he commaunded me to be don therto must I se For yt ys commytted to my neglygence And yf he come hyder whyle I am hens I pray the excuse myne absens sensua ¶ ye and myne also Pryde ¶ Why wylt thou go wyth me sensua ¶ Wyll I ê™ a ye parde It ys accordyng for Sensualyte Wyth Pryde for to go w. aff ¶ Now y e mater ys all most in good case After the world ys mynde and pleasure there ys no more but now must I cupace Wyth all my wyt and besy endeuure how it may be stablysshed coÌ„tynued sure For a lytell fantasy of mannys own wyll May quayll thys mater and vtterly yt spyâ—… And yf he vary agayne of scrypyll ymagynacyon Or ellys by the suggestyon Of the forsayd reason One thyng I am certayne He wyll no lengar me support And that were a shrewd crank dorâ—… Therfore yt ys best that I resort to my maysters presence And se of what demeanour he ys I am gretely to blame I wys For that I saw hym not or thys Syth he departed hens ¶ ¶ He goeth out and Reason cometh in Rea. ¶ O good lord to whom shall I complayn And shew the sorowes of my mynde and nothyng for myne own cause certayn But onely for the decay of mankynde whyche now of late ys waxen so blynde That he hath dyspysed and forsaken me And foloweth euery mocyon of hys sensualyte ¶ What aduayled at the begynnyng that Nature comytted me to hys seruyce and charged me that byfore all thyng Of all hys gydyng I shuld take thenterpryse when he lusteth not to folow myne aduyse but foloweth thappetyâ—… of hys sensuall affeccyon As a brute best that
¶ Nature ¶ A goodly interlude of Nature coÌ„pylyd by mayster Henry Medwall chapleyn to the ryght reuerent father in god Iohan Morton somtyme Cardynall and arche byshop of Canterbury⸫ ¶ Fyrst cometh in Mundue and syttyth down sayth nothynge and wyth hym Worldly affeccyon berynge a gown and cap and a gyrdyll for Man ¶ Than cometh in Nature Man Reason and Innocencye and Nature syttyth down and sayth ¶ Nature ¶ Thalmyghty god that made eche creature As well in heuen as other place erthly By hys wyse ordynaunce hath purueyd me nature To be as mynyster vnder hym immedyately For thencheson that I shold perpetually Hys creatures in suche degre mayntayne as yt hath pleased hys grace for theym to ordeyne ¶ To me yt longeth by naturall engendure thing to contynew that hath spyryte of lyfe whyche ne were my helpe shuld neuer endure But sodenly peryshe and wax all caytyfe Atwyxt thesementys that whylom were at stryfe I haue swaged the old repugnaunce and knyt theym togeder in maner of alyaunce ¶ The I haue ordeyned the goddys Deane Lady of the see and euery freshe fontayn whyche comenly decreceth whan she gynneth wane And waxeth abundant whan she creceth agayne Of eb and flode she ys cause certayne and reyneth as prynces in euery yle and town That wyth the see ys compassed enuyron ¶ I am causer of suche impressyon as appereth wonderouse to mannys syght As of flammes that from the sterry regyon Semeth to fall in tymes of the nyght Some shote sydelong and some down ryght whyche causeth the ignorant to stand in drede that sterrys do fall yet falleth there none in dede ¶ What nedeth yt to speke of thyngys here by low as fowles bestys and fysshes in they re hynde Of trees herbys and stones how they grow In whyche men sondry and meny vertuous fynde One thyng be ye sure and thynk yt in your mynde No maner creature may take on hyâ—…ure Of these works but onely I nature ¶ And playnly there ys in erthe no maner thynge That ys not partyner of my influence I do prouyde for euery beste lyuynge Of naturall foode alway suffycence And geue theym also a maner of prudence Wherby they may naturallyensew Thyng that ys delectable and thother exchew ¶ Who taught the cok hys watche howres to obserue And syng of corage wyth shyrll throte on hye who taught the pellycan her tender hart to carue For she nolde suffer her byrdys to dye Who taught the nyghtyngall to recorde besyly Her strange entunyâ— in sylence of the nyght Certes I nature and none other wyght ¶ But yf that I shold clepe to memorye Eche strange effecte and euery great meruayll That I haue caused I ensure you faythfully That rather tyme than processe shuld me fayll yt were your payne and to me but trauayll All suche maters as now to bryng in place Wherfore I let passe theym tell other tyme and space ¶ But yf ye couet now to know theffecte Of thyngys naturall by trew conclusyon Counsell with Arystotell my phylosopher electe Whyche hath left in bokys of hys tradycyon Now euery thyng by heuynly constellacyon Is brought to effecte and in what maner wyse As far as mannys wytt may naturally compryse ¶ Wherfore syth god of hys great largesse Hath thus enryched me wyth dower of hys grace And made me as who seyth a wordly goddesse Of duty I can no lesse do in thys case But wyth hartê ioy and entyere solace My selfe addresse to do hys hygh pleasurs And to thys same moue all other creaturs ¶ Enforce you therfore hys creaturs eche on To honour your maker wyth humble obeysance Nomely thow man I speke to the alone Byfore all other as chyef of hys creance Thynke how he hath made the to thys semblance Pluck vp thyn harte and hold thyn hed vpryght and euer more haue heuen in thy syght ¶ Ouyde in hys boke cleped the transformacyon among all other hys fables and poesyes Maketh specyall mensyon of thy creacyon Shewyng how god wonderously gan deuyse whan he the made and gaue to the thempryse Of all thys world and feoffed the wyth all as chyef possessyoner of thyngys mortuall ¶ In token wherof he gaue the vpryght vysage and gaue the in commaundement to lyft thyn eye Up to warde heuen only for that vsage Thow shuldest know hym for thy lorde almyghty all other bestys as thyngys vnworthy To behold therth wyth grouelyng countenaunce and be subdued to thyn obeysaunce ¶ But as touchyng the cause specyally wherfore I haue ordeyned the thys nyght to appere It ys to put the in knowlege and memorye To what entent thow art ordeyned tobe here I let the wyt thou arte a passanger That hast to do a great and longe vyage and through the world most be thy passage ¶ Addresse the selfe now towardys thys iournay For as now thou shalt nolenger here abyde Lo here Reason to gouerne the in thy way and sensualyte vpon thyn other syde But reason I depute to be thy chyef gyde wyth innocencye that ys thy tender noryce Euermore to wene the from thappetyte of vyce Man ¶ O lord of lordes my lord god immortuall To the be honour and ioy euer to endure whose heuenly empyreshall neuer be fynall But world wythout end remayne stable and sure whom heuen and hell and erthly creature wyth one assent and all wyth one accorde Honoureth prayseth and knowlegeth for they re lorde ¶ To the myne hed I humbly inclyne Thankyng thy grace that fyrst hast ordeyned me To be as a syly creature of thyne and after that of thy great bownte Thou hast me set in souerayne degre and gyuen me the profettys of euery erthly thynge aswell of frutys as of bestys lyuynge and that that ys also most precyouse thou hast me enspyred wyth heuenly wysdome wherby I may do worhys meruaylouse In euery place where soeuer I come Of eche perfeccyon thy grace hath sent me some So that I know that creature no where Of whose vertue I am not partyner ¶ I haue as hath eche other element among other in thys world a comen beyng wyth herbys and trees contynuall noryshement that ys suffysant to naturall lyuyng wyth sensuall bestys I haue a maner of knowyng wherby I shuld in good thyngê delyte and flee the contrary of myne appetyte ¶ And ouer all thys thou hast gyuen me vertue Surmountyng all other in hygh perfeccyon That ys vnderstandyng wherby I may auew And well dyscerne what ys tobe done yet for all that haue I fre eleccyon Do what I wyll be yt euyll or well And am put in the hande of myne own counsell ¶ and in thys poynt I am halfe angelyke Unto thy heuenly spyrytys almost egall albeyt in some parte I be to them vnlyke For they be ordeyned to endure perpetuall and I wretched body shall haue my funerall When yt pleaseth thy grace so to prouyde Man ys not ordeyned alway here to abyde ¶ Wherfore vnto thy souerayne and hygh estate Most heuenly
dyscerne and fynde Suffysant dyfference bytwyxt good and bad Whyche ys to be left and whyche ys to be had ¶ Lo thys ys yt that doth hym dygnyfye and causeth hym to be reputed so excessent and of all thys the chyef doar am I whyche from heuen in to erth by god am sent Only for that cause and fynall intent That I shuld thys hys creature demean and guyd◠For the season that he doth in thys world abyde ¶ Now compare thy vertues and myne togeder and say whyche ys the wurthyar of theym to sensua ¶ Whyche ys the worthyar forsoth I trow neyther we be good felowys ¶ Re. Nay my frend not so Thou ought to obey me where so euer I go sensua ¶ Nay that shall I neuer do for to dye I shal be thy felow be loke thou neuer so hye ¶ And therfore hardely be somwhat selo wlyke Leue thyn hawt conceytys and take a metely way For shame of the world man let vs not styk at a mater of tyght noght and trauers here all day Haue me in few wordys man and hark what I say Medyll thou in no poynt that belongeth to me and I shall promyse the neu er to medyll wyth the ¶ And standyng the nonage of thys gentylman On my parell take no care therfore I shall demean yt as well as I can tyll he be passyd xl yerys and more and reason then yf ye wyll vndershore Hys croked old age when lusty youth ys spent Than take vppon you I hold me content ¶ For trust ye me the very trouth ys thys thys man ys put in hys owne lybertye And certaynly the fre choyce ys hys Wheder he wyll be gouerned by the or by me Let vs therfore put yt to hys owne ieopardye and therin stande to hys arbytrement To whyche of vs twayne he had seuer assent Rea. ¶ Nar syrnot so I know hys fraylte the body ys dysposed for to fall Rather to the worse than the better parte Butrt be holpen by power supernall sensua ¶ yet Reason whan thou hast sayd all yf thou se hym not take hys owne way Call me cut when thou metest me another day Rea. ¶ For cartayne yet accordyng to myne offyce I must aduertyse and counsell hym at the lest to hawnt vertue and schew all vyce And therin assyst hym to the vttermest and yf he wyll algatys be a best And take none hede to my lore and doctryne The parell and hurt shal be hys and not myne Inno. ¶ Syrs I shall answere for thys man as yet That he ys mayden for all suche foly as shold dystayne nature or dyshonour yt Brought vp wyth me full well and tenderly wherfore I dare the surelyar testyfye for innocencye that he ys yet vyrgyn Both for dede and eke consent of syn ¶ And lengar wyll not I be of hys acquayntaunce Than he ys vertuouse and of good lyuyng for fleshly lust and worldly plesaunce ys wyth innocencye nothyng accordyng But yf hys behauyour and dayly demeanyng Be of suche draught as reason wyll alow I shall hym fauour and loue as I do now sensua ¶ Well spoken and wysely now haue ye all done Or haue ye ought ellys to thys man to say Rea. ¶ O syr ye ¶ Sensualy pece no more of thys dysputacyd Here be many fantasyes to dryue forth the day That one chatreth lyke apye that other lyke aiay And yet whan they both haue done what they can Māgry theym teeth I shall rule the man ¶ Man ¶ O blessyd lord what maner stryf ys thys At wyxt my reason and sensualyte That one meneth well and that all other amysse In one ys sekernes and in tother great fraylte And both they be so annexed to me That nedest I must wyth one of theym abyde Lorde as thou thynkyst best for me do prouyde ¶ For I am wonderously entryked in thys case and almost brought into perplexyte Not wythstandyng thanked be thy grace as I dyd neuer assent ne aggre To thynge that sholde be contraryouse vnto the Of synfull ded and thought all innocent Subduyd to reason as hys obedyent Rea. ¶ Cryst graunt you therin good contynuaunce to be euer of the same mynde and intent But now wyll ye call to your remembraunce For what cause ye be hyder sent I hold yt well done and ryght expedyent that ye were brough vnto the worldys presence Man ¶ Be yt so in goddys name I pray you go we hens Rea. ¶ And wyll ye that I shall for you declare Vnto the world the cause of your comyng What ys your intent and what parson ye are Man ¶ ye I wold be glad that euery thyng Be done euen after your deuysyng sensua ¶ Shall I than stand as I were tong tyde ¶ Man ¶ ye hardely tyll reason haue sayd Rea. ¶ Syr world yt ys the mynde and also pleasure Of lady nature as she bad vs to you tell that ye accept and receyue thys her creature Wyth you for a season here to dwell Despryng you hartely to entreat hym well wyth all the fauour that ye can deuyse Wherin ye shall do her great pleasure and seruyce ¶ The worlde ¶ Syrs ye be welcome to vs hartely your messagye ys to vs ryght acceptable Be ye assured there ys nothyng erthly to vs so ioyfull ne yet so delectable As to be acquaynted wyth parsons honorable Namely souch as ye seme to be Men of hygh honour and of great dygnyte ¶ And as touchyng the message that ye haue brought Haue therof the full mynde and intent Assuryng you that our bysy thought Shal be to do dame naturys commaundement and thereunto we wyll be dylygent To do her pleasurys in that we may And so we wold ye shold to her say ¶ And were ye shew vnto me that thys man Is ordeyned to reygne here in thys empry I assent well for or nature began To shape the world the thought fynally to ordeyne man therin to occupy He to take vppon hym as myghty gouerner Hauyng all thyng subdued to hys power ¶ Wherfore I receyue gretly hys comyng Mankynde syr hartely welcom ye be ye are the parsone wythout faynyng that I haue euermore desyred to se Come let me kys you O benedycyte ye be all naked alas man why thus I make you sure yt ys ryght perylous ¶ Man ¶ I thanke you but I nede none other vesture Nature hath clothed me as yet suffysantly Gyltles of syn and as a mayden pure I were on me the garment of innocencye Inno. ¶ ye hardely were that garment contynually It shall thy body suffysantly sauegard From stormy weder my lyfe to ieopard ¶ The worlde ¶ Be pece fayre woman ye ar not very wyse Care ye not yf thys body take cold ye must consyder thys ys not paradyse Ne yet so temporate by a thowsand fold Whose so lyueth here be he yong or old He must suffer both feruent cold and hete And be out of temperaunce oft tyme in hys dyet ¶ Also he must nedys do
handys were bound fast And neuer vpon hym that euer god made Dager sword nor knyfe he had And yet at the last He draue xii men into a corner and an howi after durst they not appere How say ye hereto and hys handys had bene at syberte He wose haue put theym in great I eoparde It ys to suppose so Man ¶ Mary there he qurte hym well but where be myne other folk can ye tell ¶ TheÌ„ cometh i Glotony wyth a chese i a botell wrath ¶ Mary here cometh one Good felyshyp me semeth yt shuld be gloto ¶ Syrs god spede you Man ¶ What tydyngys wyth the gloto ¶ I shall tell you anone 〈◊〉 I am coâ—… 〈◊〉 For â—…o aâ—…de vppon 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—…ll a warfare 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 me Man 〈◊〉 wâ—…re â—…s 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 gloto ¶ Maâ—…y 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—…re â—…s â—…es I now wrath ¶ Why hast thou noâ—…e 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 but thys gloto ¶ What the deuyll harnes shuld I mys wythout yt be a botell Another botell I wyll go puruey Lest that drynk be scarce in the way Or happely none to sell wrath ¶ Thou must haue other harnes than thys man gloto ¶ Other harnes nay I shrew me than I can no skyll theron why trowest thou that I wyll fyght enuy ¶ ye so I trow gloto ¶ Nay by god almyght Therof wyll I none I was neuer wont to that gere But I may serue to be a vyteler And therof shall ye haue store So that I may stand out of daunger Ofgon shot but I wyll com no nere I warn you that byfore enuy ¶ Now suche a knaue I betake to the deuyll Thys ys euen suche a nother dreuyll As was here whyle ere They be ii knaues annoynted I fere me syr ye shal be dysappoynted I syke not thys gere gloto ¶ O I had for goten I make god auow Syr my felow ease commaundeth me to you Man ¶ Commaundeth the to me gloto ¶ you to me Man ¶ Me to the gloto ¶ Commaundeth you to hym I wold haue sayd Man ¶ Why cometh he not hyder gloto ¶ By god for he ys afrayd And lyeth syk in hys bed He toke such a consext whan he hard of thys gere That for thought and very fere wrath ¶ And he were hanged yt were no 〈◊〉 I pâ—…ay god the deuyll breke hys neâ—… and all suche as he ys Man ¶ Well lâ—…t vs suffer for a whyle I wyll go walke hens halfe a myle and for all thys Happely all thys gere shall not nede Now be yt that I dout and drede The wurst as wyse men do Manhode com thy selfe wyth me gloto ¶ And I to syr Man ¶ ye parde woldyst thou be prayd thereto ¶ Than goeth out Man Glotony wrath enuy ¶ Now he that wold haue warre or stryfe I pray god send hym a shrewd wyfe and than shall he haue I now But I shall tell you syrs as for me I am none of theym so mot I the I may say to you I wyll no suche rekennyng ys abyde Goddys body here cometh Pryde as crank as a pecok As sone as he and I mete wythout he stand ryght vppon hys fete He shall bere me a proude mok Pryde ¶ What tydyngys syrs can any man tell enuy ¶ ye mary that can I do as well as any that was in feld ye haue taryed so long about your gay gere That the feld ys done or ye come there Pryde ¶ Done mary god sheld enuy ¶ It ys done wythout fayll But whyehe of theym hath wone the balayll I can not tell you certayn Pryde ¶ Thou were not there yt semeth therby enuy ¶ Not I there ê™ ayes hardely 〈◊〉 that to my grete but as sone as y e batellys ioyned togeder payn I cam my way streyght heder for to tell tydyngâ—… Pryde ¶ What the deuyll tydyngys canst thou tell enuy ¶ Mary I can shew you nothyng of the batell but of maâ—…y other tydyngys ye are out of concext I tell you foreuer Bâ—…cause 〈◊〉 not you endeuouâ—… â—…t thâ—…s great 〈◊〉 Iâ—… so mâ—…e 〈◊〉 ye ore 〈◊〉 to sees â—…eth 〈◊〉 offâ—…ce and all your fees And 〈◊〉 out of waâ—…s Pryde ¶ That ys not true as I suppose enuy ¶ Syr and â—…t be not tâ—…ke my nose And my hed also your offyce was gyuen or I cam thens Pryde ¶ Mary that was a very short sentence and I not cassed therto Now enuy what counsell wyst thou gyue me enuy ¶ By my trouth Pryde thou mayst byleue me Iâ—… I were in thy case I wold wythdrawe me for a season though yt be nother felony nor treason Nor yet wylfull tre space yet the same ys wurst of all For euery knaue wyll the call a co ward to thy face Pryde ¶ I am vnhappy I seyt well for thexpense of myne apparell towardys this vyage what in horses and other aray â—…ath compessed me for to say all my sand to morgage and now whan I haue all do To lesse myne offyce and fees also For my true intent I may say that all my cost and all my tyme ys euyll lost In seruyce that I haue spent well what so euer by tyde me for a season I wyll hyde me after thy counsell and syth yt wyll no better be Fare well I take my seue of the enuy ¶ â—…ow gentyll Pryde fare well Alas that I had no good felow here to bere me cumpany and laugh at thys gere thys game was well founde sensua ¶ yes and ye lust to play the knaue Some maner of cumpany ye myght haue Sâ—…e wythin thys grounde enuy ¶ Some I can thynke yâ—…ng or old And 〈◊〉 yt were a small houshold as any myght be found sensua ¶ It ys not small the company sheweth well But me thought thou were about to tell Of some mery I este Or som mery game at my cummyng enuy ¶ ye fardely yt ys a game for a hyng whan he lusteth best To laugh for hys dysporte and solace Syr I shall tell the thys ys the case Ryght now as I stode In thys place and neuer a man wyth me In cam Pryde garnyshed as yt had be One of the ryall blode It greued me to se hym so well be sene But I haue abated hys corage clene For a lytell season By the rode I haue gyuen hym a chek mate For I bare hym an hand that he cam to fate And that the feld was done and how hys offyce was gyuen away Bycause he fayled our mayster that day I made hym to byleue so And whan I had told hym all thys tale anone he began to wax all pale Full of care and wo and now he hydeth hym felfe for shame I gaue hym myne aduyse to the same and so he ys gon sensua ¶ Now on my fayth thys was madly do but in fayth what moueth the therto enuy ¶ Mary cause had I none but only that yt ys my guyse Whan I se another man aryse Or fare better than I Than must I chafe and fret for yre