¶ And perde ye know well a rewle haue I must ¶ Wythin Macrocosme forsoth I say not nay. Q{uo}d Vertu but se{n}sualyte shal not p{er}form your lust ¶ Lyke as he hath do befor this yf I may. ¶ Therfro hy{m} restreyn sadnesse shal assay. ¶ How be it ye shal haue your hole lyberte. ¶ Wythin Macrocosme as ye haue had fre. ¶ And whan Vertu had to Nature sayd thus ¶ A lytyll tyne his ey castyng hym besyde. ¶ He se in a corner stondyng Morpleus ¶ That hy{m} before warned of {that} berely tyde. ¶ A syrs sayd Vertu yet we must abyde. ¶ Here is a frend of ours may not be forgete. ¶ After his deserte we shall hy{m} entreate ¶ Morple{us} sayd Vertu I tha{n}ke you hertely ¶ For your trew herte & your grete laboure. ¶ That ye lyst to come to me soo redely. ¶ Whan ye vnderstood {the} comy{n}g of that shoure. ¶ I thanke god & you of sauy{n}g of my{n} honour. ¶ Wherfore this preuylege now to you I gra{n}t ¶ That {with}in Macrocosme ye shall haue your hau{n}t ¶ And of fyue posternes {the} keys shall ye kepe. ¶ Lettyng in & out at hy{m} whome ye lyst. ¶ As long as in Macrocosme your fad{er} wyll crepe. ¶ Blere whos ey ye wyll hardely {with} your myst ¶ And kepe your werkes close there as in a chyst ¶ Saaf I wold desyre you spare Pollucyon. For no thy{n}g may me plese {the} sou{n}eth to corrupcyon. ¶ And wha{n} he had th{us} sayd {the} keyes he hy{m} toke. ¶ And toward his castell {with} his people went ¶ Byddy{n}g reason take good hede & about loke ¶ That se{n}sualite by Nature were not she{n}t. ¶ Kepe hy{m} short he sayd tyll his lust be spe{n}t ¶ For better were a chylde to by vnbore ¶ Than let hy{m} haue {the} wyll & foreuer be lore. ¶ And wha{n} olde Attropos had seen & herd all this ¶ How Vertu had opteyned astonyed as he stood. ¶ He sayd to hy{m}selfe somwhat there is amys. ¶ I trow well my patent be not all good. Next line is missing ¶ Sayeng to the goddys I see ye do but iape. from the original. ¶ After a worthy whew haue ye made me gape. The line reads: And ran to the palyse ¶ How a deuyll way sholde I Vertue ouerthrow. as he had be wood ¶ When he dredeth not all your hole route. ¶ How ca{m} ye make good your pate{n}t wold I know ¶ Hit is to Impossable to bryng that aboute. ¶ For stryke hym may I not {that} is out of doute. ¶ A good Attropos sayd god Apollo. ¶ An answere conuenyent shall thou haue herto. ¶ The wordes of thy patent dare I well say ¶ Stretche to no forther but were dame Nature ¶ Hath Iurysdyccyon the{re} to haue the way Nota. ¶ And largesse to stryke as longet to thy cure. ¶ And as for Vertu he his no cryature. ¶ Vnder the predycament conteyned of quantyte ¶ Wherefore his dystruccyon longeth not to the.