_Rem._ As touching my first purpose, hither I am come again. I trow ye know me; Good Remedy is my name; That every day doth take great labour or pain To amend all faults: I am chosen to the same. If any man's conscience here doth grudge or shame, Having in himself remorse, and mends in time and space, I am Good Remedy, and God is full of mercy and grace. Therefore I will stand aside, and a little while remain, Of Wealth, Health, and Liberty for to inquire How they be ordered; and if any man complain I will be glad to show my remedy--methink I see one appear! [HANCE _cometh in_. _Hance._ Be Got's drowse! ic myself bin cumpt heye scon lansman; Ic mot in ander land lopen, all is quade dan. _Rem._ Thou Fleming! from whence comest thou, and what dost thou here? _Hance._ Ic myself cumt from sent Katryn's doxe, mot ic skyne de can beer. _Rem._ Get thee thither again, and tarry here no longer! _Hance._ Sir! ic mot mid ye spreken; ic myself be en scomaker. _Rem._ What and thou be? therewith I have nothing ado. _Hance._ Ic dest al forlore; copin is dod, ic maght not do thereto. _Rem._ I pray thee, go hence, for thou dost trouble me ill. _Hance._ Nen ic seker, ic wil not gon, ic wold fain live hore stil. _Rem._ There is too many aliants in this realm; but now I, Good Remedy, have so provided that Englishmen shall live the better daily. _Hance._ What segt ye? by Got's drowse! dai is de quade man; Be de moro goi, ic myself love de scone Englishman. _Rem._ Fie on thee, flattering knave! fie on you aliants all, I say! Ye can, with craft and subtle figure, Englishmen's wealth away. _Hance._ O, skon mester! ic heb hore bin this darten yeore. Ic can skote de culverin, and ic can be de beare broer. [_A line (or lines) apparently missing here_. [_Rem._] Trust see so provide that Wealth from you have I shall. D2,_r._ _Hance._ Ic seg to you dat Wealth is lopen in an ander contry; Wat hebegy dar brough forstan ye net, segt me. _Rem._ I understand thee well; yet, thou liest, like a knave. Wealth is here in England, and Wealth still I trust we shall have. _Hance._ Ic ment no quad, ic love de English man, by min bere! Cump by sent Katrin, and ic shal ye geven twe stope bere. _Rem._ Get thee hence, drunken Fleming! thou shalt tarry no longer here. _Hance._ Mot it net mare herebin woder sal ic gewest kiskin; Ic wil to de kaizer gan, dar sall ic wal skinkin. [_And goeth._ _Rem._ Is he gone? I pray God the devil go with him! Where is Wealth, Health, and Liberty? I would see them come in. [HEALTH _cometh in with a kercher on his head_.