_Wit._ Let the knave alone! for his name is War: Such drunken Flemings your company will mar. _Hance._ Ic best nen einond; ic best in soche; Ye fecte nete vell; ic forstave ye in doche. _Ill-W._ Com'st here leyt with your gound? stand near! It becomes you better to handle a pot of beer. _Hance._ Dat maght ic veil dan, ic can skynke frelyck; Tab bers frew; ic bringes brore, begotts nemerick! _Wit._ The whoreson knave, by the mass! is drunk A winking, for deep his eyen be clean sunk. _Hance._ Ic forave ye vell ye seg dac ic slepe Nenike, nenike, ic compta hore for an audor cepe. _Ill-W._ Well coppin, I pray thee, heartily tell us true Wherefore comest thou hither for anything to sue? _Hance._ Ye icke feger en bumbardere van de koyning wei it be Heb twe skelling de dagh ic con scote de culveryn. _Wit._ Nay! ye shall walk, a Fleming knave! will ye not see B4,_v._ We have English gunners enow? there is no room empty. _Hance._ Ic best en bomberde mot ye to me spreken What segge ye? bones! it sal ye yode staen. _Ill-W._ We speak not to thee; thou art a scon man, But go thy way! they be not here that promote thee can. _Hance._ Cant ye me a de house dragen van de grot here? _Wit._ Hance! ye must go to the court, and for Wealth inquire. _Hance._ What segte ye, Wealth? nenyke he is net hore; Wealth best in Flanders; ic myself brought him dore. _Ill-W._ Beshrew your whoreson Fleming's heart, therefore! Indeed, as he saith, by war in Flanders there is wealth. _Hance._ Segt ye dat brower? by the moder Got dan! Gut naught ic mot watt, to sent Cafrin, to mi lamnan store. [_And goeth out._ _Ill-W._ Is he gone? farewell, Hanijkin Bowse! I pray God give him a hounded drouse; For I trow a knave brought him to house. But now, Brother Wit! We must devose how that we may Be in service with Wealth alway; Let me hear what thou canst do, or say, To help for to contrive it. _Wit._ For thy pleasure that I shall. This will I do first of all: Flatter and lie, and evermore call Them my good masters still. Then with swearing, lying, and polling, Bribery, theft, and privy picking, Thus I, Shrewd Wit, will ever be doing, I warrant thee, Ill-Will!