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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.
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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 the 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 regioÌ„ 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 Eâ—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 kynsmaÌ„ 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 rutterkiÌ„ 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 â—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 welcoÌ„e into your seruice hiÌ„ 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 the 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 whoÌ„ 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 braggâ—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 â— 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 the 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 the 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 lâ—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 ExuÌ„t ambo Seâ—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 coÌ„fort 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 incoÌ„uenieÌ„ce 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