_People._ Yea! from silver to dross-- 'Twas told us vor the best: but poor we bear the loss! When chad with zwet of brows got up a few small crumbs, At paying of my debts ich could not make my sums. My landlord, vor my corn, paid me zuch sums and zuch; When he should ha't vor rent, it was but half zo much. Zix pence in each shilling was i-strike quite away; Zo, vor one piece ich took, che was vain to pay him tway. One would think 'twere brass, and zorow have I else; But, ich ween most part on't was made of our old bells! _Insol._ Yet, if ye mark it well, for one piece ye have three; Which, for your People is no small commodity. _People._ Well, I will meddle in this same matter no more; But Is reck not an 'twere zilver, as 'twas avor. _Oppr._ People! ye shall, at length, find it all for the best. _People._ Cha hard our parish clerk say: _Diuum este, justlum weste_. _Resp._ Undoubtedly, I feel many things are amiss! _People._ Yea! I scan tell more things yet, an me lust, by Jis! They have all the woods throughout the realm destroyed, Which might have served long years, being well employed. And then, the great cobs have zo take the rest to hire, That poor volk cannot get a stick to make a fire. Then their great grazing hath made flesh so dear, I wot, That poor volk, at shambles, cannot bestow their groat. _Resp._ I lament it, People! Alack! what may I do? I, myself, I fear, shall come to ruin too. Policy! what comfort? when will you ease my smart? _Avar._ Ye are as safe, even now, but for your false heart, As any lady of your name in Christendom. _People._ If ich had zo zaid, chad lied, by my halidom! _Resp._ Ye hear what People saith, which feeleth as I do? _Avar._ But rude People's words, will ye give credit unto? Will ye judge yourself after his foolish [jangling?] Ye were well enough till he began his wrangling. _Insol._ Will ye believe People, that hath no manner of skill To judge, or to discern what thing is good or ill? He is so headstrong, he must be bridled with laws. _People._ Though zome be stark bedlams, yet wise volks beeth no daws! _Insol._ We have oft found People most disobedient To orders most requisite and expedient. Who such a maintainer of wrong opinions As People, in all countries and dominions? Ye ought, therefore, to rebuke him, at all hours, For discouraging any minister of yours. _Oppr._ Ye must tarry time, ere we can your purpose serve. _People._ Ye[a], and then, while the grass shall grow, the horse shall sterve. _Insol._ Do ye not see this, by all experience plain, That men, from diseases recover[ed] again Do, after sickness passed, remain a long time weak? _Resp._ People, hark! Authority doth good reason speak.